There are certain times of the day when I hate being alone; after my nightly yoga session, when no one is there to share a post zen glass of wine with me; early in the morning, after a restless night of sleep.
My Italy friends laugh at me when I put my night clothes on at 10pm, ready to watch a show and crawl into bed. I laugh too, smiling as I remember not long ago when 10pm was when it all was just beginning.
"I guess I just haven't been anywhere that makes me want to stay out until 5am," I say half jokingly, leaving out the part where I explain that starting cocktail hour at 5pm usually has me ready for home by 1am.
My phone rings and I uncharacteristically decide to answer it. "Get dressed," says the voice on the other line. "We are all meeting for wine."
So I wrap up in my favorite plaid scarf, the one I used to joke was my power shield because I wore it so much, and slip out the door into the cool night.
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Meggy, I miss drinking post-yoga wine with you!
you were exactly who I was thinking of when I wrote about post yoga wine... it jsut isn't the same. and Kristin McGee is still kicking my ass!
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