Email This Post HomeHumorRed, White & Booze Amy Vansant July 3, 2013 Humor 16 Comments Boys! Boys! Please, stop fighting! I have a way to work this out. You’re going to have to share me. Now before you object, hear me out. White Wine, you were my first love. When I was young and the only alcohol I enjoyed was cheap fraternity party beer and the occasional tropical concoction, you took my hand and put your classy little self into it. Yes, you tasted a lot like salad dressing. The girls I ran with at the time didn’t have the money or palate to invite your more affluent relatives. But they all looked so adult that I swallowed you with an almost imperceptible grimace. Yes, the cat-with-a-hairball gag might have given me away. That bite in the back of my throat was my first hint that being an adult might not be as awesome as I thought… until the third glass. Then everything was cool. You had won me over, White. Even if each tryst I had to shotgun the first two glasses in order to properly rekindle our relationship. I wanted to run to Halo.com and get a million personalized wine glasses, imprinted with my love, and share them with my troglodyte, beer-swilling friends. But, the Internet hadn’t been invented yet. Red Wine, things were more difficult in our relationship. At each of the subsequent parties I guzzled down White, but I saw you, watching me from the corner of the room. You sat by the fire, resting in your $15 wrought iron, ivy patterned wine rack from Sears, like you had all the time in the world. Like you would only get better. (Which, in your case, wasn’t true because they put you next to the fire place, which was a stupid place to keep someone who is best when he keeps his cool.) These girls didn’t know how to handle you. Though you were probably half-skunked from the heat by the time they opened you, the Red drinkers at the table lorded over us White girls. And by “White girls” I mean girls drinking white wine, not Caucasian girls, though we were white girls, well, actually one of us was part African-American and another was Asian, and now that I think about it, we should have been taking photos for college brochure stock photography instead of wasting our time yapping about the book of the month… But I digress. I was jealous. I’ll admit it. The Red girls had a leg up on the White girls and I wanted to take the next step. I poured myself a glass of you, Red. I smelled your bouquet. I sipped. You were warm. Wait…warm? Why would anyone drink warm alcohol? I thought, as I quietly placed you behind a plant and hoped no one noticed or asked “Hey, who left their wine here? Behind the plant?” in their whiny little Disney mouse voice they got when they were drunk. Yes, I’m talking about you, Stephanie. But over time and with repeated attempts, eventually you swept me off my feet, Red. Turns out, that third glass is really the trick to conquering just about anything. Also, paying more than $5.99 helps quite a bit. I know you were upset White, when I abandoned you almost completely. Red had captured my heart and he would not let go. Sure, cocktails came and went. I had a brief flirtation with Bourbon. Red Bull and Vodka once double teamed me and left me for dead. But I always came back for Red. But White, it’s summer! And it is time again for our annual summer fling. When the temperatures rise I know it is time for us to renew our romance. And I think Red understands. Drinking warm liquid outside on a porch in 80+ degree heat isn’t refreshing, even if it is technically delicious. See, you’re still delectable Red, don’t think you’re not. You just belong in the house with the air conditioning. So boys, you see, you’re just going to have to share me for a few months. And yes, White, I know you’re still a little bitter. I know this because when I spend those lazy summer evenings with you I always wake up feeling like I was hit with an oak barrel. You get your petty revenge, you scamp. Still, I can’t help but love you. I can’t help but love you both. Even if I’m technically married to vodka. Happy 4th of July! ( a day early ) About Latest Posts Amy VansantAmy Vansant is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal Best-Selling author specializing in fun, funny fiction --- even the murder mysteries. Latest posts by Amy Vansant (see all) Shark Attack – Huge Book-Kindle Giveaway and Deals - March 20, 2019 Win the Pineapple Challenge - March 14, 2019 Dog Sitting Stories, Interview, Giveaways and Deals - March 7, 2019 16 Responses Abby July 3, 2013 My drink of choice is water and tea, but cheers to you and happy early Fourth! I hope you can all settle your differences and get along for the holiday. As long as Tequila doesn’t enter in the love triangle, I think you’re safe. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 3, 2013 After being known as “Madam Margarita” in college, Tequila is persona non grata around me now… 0 likes Reply Kate MacDonald July 3, 2013 Ha! I love it. “White” is a saucy little minx, isn’t he? Might I add to the mix by suggesting that my favorite summer beverage is an iced cold gin and tonic with lots of lime? 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 3, 2013 Only if you make one for me! 0 likes Reply Raymond July 3, 2013 When we were young and poor (as opposed to OLD and poor now), we used to drink a wine called Great White. We called it The Shark because it was so strong. And we mixed it with Five Alive because we were so weak. Found a pic of it here… http://www.mynslc.com/Products/PID-1000464 Oh the good old days. 0 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 3, 2013 Yikes. The first thing I drank was a wine cooler. I think I had 2 sips before the over abundance of carbonation gave me heartburn and I doubled over in pain thinking I was going to throw up. My, how far I have come… 0 likes Reply Lance July 3, 2013 Yuengling beer is made in Pennsylvania. I have a 12 pack. That uh’merrikun! This the kind of patriotism I can get behind. Happy 4th of July to you , Mike and the furrykid 0 likes Reply cj July 3, 2013 Where exactly does the Vodka Hookah play into all this? Throw that into the mix and I’ll start watching TV again. It would make a stellar series. If you had all of them, including the Vodka Hookah (I know that’s not what it’s called but it’s fun to say), and live to blog about it, you’d make history – of some kind. Happy 4th to you, Amy and have some big fun, will ya? 0 likes Reply Tammy R July 3, 2013 This is a deliciously sordid tale, Amy. Yes, I once upon a time wondered why anyone would drink warm anything… I am a beer girl myself, but I do appreciate the grapes every once in a while. I’m too old for vodka anymore. Happy 4th to you and the best YouTube dancer ever! 0 likes Reply Melissa Marie July 4, 2013 Yes to white in the summer. Just bought my first bottle last night… mixed it with some club soda and twist of line… because I’m 80. Good times. 0 likes Reply Deb July 5, 2013 I cheat on my white with an icy cold vodka and club with lime. It’s the perfect summer drink for me. But the red in the winter just makes your insides warm up. Depends on the mood I’m in. I love how you romantically tangled this lovely bouquet of alcohols together. I’m still however, a jaded ex of tequila. Never again that bastard! 0 likes Reply meleah rebeccah July 7, 2013 This post is both brilliant and hilarious! PS; I am also married to Vodka, specifically Grey Goose. 1 likes Reply Megly Mc July 8, 2013 I will gladly send you my leftover party wine, as I, sadly, cannot drink it, because the hangover starts at the first sip and doesn’t get any better as it gathers strength like a grape-infested hurricane. I guess if you’re going to get tag-teamed by someone…wine is as safe as it gets. 🙂 1 likes Reply Amy Vansant July 10, 2013 Deal. I’ll send you a leather sack to pour all your wine in and you can ship it back. 0 likes Reply Elena July 8, 2013 I like wine. It’s got so many varieties. You can never get bored with it. Vodka – not that much unless it’s in a martini. But if it’s a barbecue, it’s really good to get it accompanied by a cold beer. Cheers! 0 likes Reply Jan Moyer May 17, 2014 I bought wine coolers for the long weekend and was immediately transported back to the end of high school. 0 likes Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Add me to Amy Vansant's Humor Newsletter!