Jennifer Plesko

My friend, Ann, was in town for a conference last weekend, so I called my friends Lauren and Amanda to see if we could all get together for dinner. We decided on a restaurant that was BYOB so that we could have some wine without paying for a glass for the price of a bottle. Being the good hostess I am, I asked Ann what kind of wine she’d like so I could pick it up before I went to get her. She’s a blush fan, and I can drink anything, so I figured we could share.

After work, I trucked it across the street to Kroger and headed for the wine section. As I looked at the blush, I realized it wouldn’t be good if it isn’t chilled, and I only had an hour before dinner, so I decided to see if they had any in the refrigerated section. They did - but all they had were the little four packs of white zin in the plastic bottles. Well, usually I try to class it up a little more than that, but we were going to Babe’s Chicken and there are animals on the wall.

As I made my way to the cash register, I noticed a big display with my favorite potato chips. They’re thick-cut and covered in sea salt and they taste freaking awesome when you stuff them in a Lean Cuisine panini (yes, I realize that kind of defeats the purpose). They were on sale, so I snagged a bag of those too.

So I stepped up to the cashier with two four packs of white zin and a party-size bag of potato chips. In front of me was an elderly man buying nothing but candy bars. He looked at my groceries and said “Ooh! Looks like someone is having a party tonight!” So I said “Yeah, we just got new wheels on our house, so we’re doin’ it up tonight!”

Should have included a pack of Virginia Slims to really sell it.