As I descended the subway steps this morning a gust of wind lifted my dress Marilyn Monroe style.
As the dress blew up my belly, I thought, “Thank God I wore nice underwear!!!”
Because nothing is worse than displaying a pair of grubby granny panties to strangers.
As you may have guessed, my day didn’t really shape up from there. In fact, my day may have reached a new low.
Now is when I mention, I suffer a delayed reaction when I’m faced with embarrassing situations. I don’t really think about them right away. I store it in the depths of my psyche to revisit at a later moment.
Must be some sort of coping mechanism.
As the day wears on I give thought to said embarrassing incident, and the more I think about it, the deeper my cheeks flush.
Have you ever seen a brown girl flush? She flushes purple. I’m surprised I wasn’t mistaken for a choking victim and administered the Heimlich today.
I need a drink.
Fortunately I had a batch of sangria on hand for times like these…
Some days are hard.
Sometimes the wind blows beneath your cute flowy dress and you’re left showing your panties to a bunch of strangers who are trying to get to work.
This cherry berry sangria is a little more involved than your average sangria. A cherry simple syrup and some fruit cutting ninja action will extend the time to about 20 minutes. I can assure you, however, the extra steps are worth it.
Pro tip: Cut your fruit while the simple syrup is cooling.
I left the fruits whole for visual effect, but cut as small as you like. Do leave the cherries whole on purpose. They soak up the booze.
And if you had a day that is anything like mine, you’re going to need booze laden fruit.
Delicious fruity booze…
A glass… Two… Three… Enough to make me forget today, or at the very least put a positive light on it.
Excuse me while I sip away, catch up on my Instagrams.
Tomorrow is another day.
And I’ll probably wear pants…