Last week the bottle still resided in the bottom of my refrigerator, mocking me. Translated the last six years have not really been full of moments conducive to drinking raspberry wine. My wedding day might have been a good day, but my dearest Natalie does not drink alcohol. I got to a point that I no longer even saw the bottle and gave up on the hope of an occasion to drink the wine.
Forgotten the bottle became one of those things (like that stray tube of wasabi) taking up real estate in my frig. Until Thursday night when the stars finally aligned and a corkscrew was found to open this symbol of lost hope. My sister and I dragged ourselves home in the wee hours of the morning from the Madonna concert thirsty and feeling an occasion coming on.
Yes, I said Madonna. Many months back my spouse bought two tickets to the Madonna concert for my sister and I to go, cause Natalie is awesome that way. She knew after over twenty plus years of loving Madonna and never having the opportunity to see her in concert I would want to go. Jessica, my sister, picked up my love of Madonna somewhere in the days when she was strapped into a car seat forced to hear me sing along to all the songs on "Like a Prayer." My poor vocal abilities aside Jessica learned to love the Queen of pop too.
|Tempest & Jessica pre-concert|
|Madonna Center Stage|