Wine Glasses

I had a glass of wine after work today. Okay, two glasses of wine...sheesh, you’re picky!. When I was washing the dishes, I remembered how I came to own my wine glasses. A couple years ago, I invited a bunch of girls from work over for a "chick night" at my house. We rented videos featuring hunky actors we liked, ate junk food and drank. A “chick night” is much like a “guys’ night” minus the sporting event. I have this one friend who is a little on the high-brow side. (A single woman who owns two BMWs – a convertible for the summer and an SUV for the winter.) She had brought a bottle of and asked me where I kept my wine glasses. I had to admit that I didn't own any wine glasses. She looked at the plastic party cups I'd bought for my little gathering and said, with notable disgust, "I guess we can drink wine out of plastic cups like white trash." White trash?? EGADS!

A few weeks later, I happened to be at the dollar store and - EUREKA - they had wine glasses! I bought some for a buck a piece! I feel so classy drinking wine out of stemware! No one needs to know that I bought them at the dollar store. Of course, I have this problem with being TOO HONEST, so naturally I tell everyone where I got them. I really need to work on that.