Dear Wine,

For most, you are just a drink. To winos you are the stress reliever in their chaotic lives. You can help moms from a crazy day with their children, a college student wanting to cry, a worker who is home after, and much more. Yes, we are warned not to drink too much of you, but just the right amount, has settled many moments in our lives. Even just a glass. As a fellow wino, I appreciate you and thank you for all the times you have been there for me.

Thank you for being my friend as I bawled my eyes out during almost every episode of "Grey’s Anatomy" on a Thursday night. For settling my nerves as we find out who Shonda Rhimes is going to kill off next. Thank you for being there during the harsh reality of finals week. For when I wanted to quit and rip my hair out, you were there. Thank you for being there as all the shit hits the shit and all I want to do is scream. You have prevented many major panic attacks and possibly major blow outs in my life. Thank you for having my back when I felt alone at school. Thanks for hanging out with me on my Netflix binge watches. Thank you for being there after a long day of work. For reminding me that the work day is over.

We have gone through the best of times and the worst of times together. You have helped me through the tears of heartache. You have my back during each Valentine’s Day for the last couple years. We have celebrated holidays together such as Thanksgiving and Christmas. We have gone on vacation together and seen the world (within the United States so far). You have been a root to deep conversations with my best of friends. You have also created bonding times with my mom on a Friday night watching wedding shows or reality television. We have been together for celebrations of birthdays and accomplishments and some failures along the way. You pair nicely with some dinners and also some ice cream. You come in all shapes, sizes, tastes, and colors. But each glass is unique and special just like you.

Sometimes we have our disagreements but what friends don’t argue here and there. When you give me acid reflux I get mad at you, but know we will be friends shortly anyways. If I drink too much of you, you make me sick. Occasionally you make me do and say stupid shit. And sometimes you spill over me and yes I am blaming you. You tend to have a mind of your own. But all of that I can live with. Thanks for being there to take the edge off. For being there for the past couple years and for many more to come. Thanks for any future nights (or days) you are there for me when I need you the most.

Yours Truly,