I’m on Spring Break, I’m on Spring Break, I’m on Spring Break!!!
Sonoma was amazing and fantastic and made me feel like I wanted to start over a little bit and be a freshman in college and go there instead of the community college that I went to for way too many years than you are supposed to because I thought I could be a writer. (But then I realized I didn’t use commas appropriately or even when necessary so I changed my major.)
After visiting several wineries while we were up there, I decided I most definitely did NOT want to be a freshman. You can’t drink when you’re a freshman.
(Legally, anyway, and I’m not saying I did anything illegal when I was a freshman either so everyone relax. Especially you, mom.)
My niece had already fallen in love with Sonoma University once, and this trip just sealed the deal. She was super excited on our tour.
And then reality set in for her. She was on a girls trip with her mom, her aunt, and her grandma.
And while I like to think of myself as the life of the party, a riot — if you will, she seemed to think our trip was boring.
BORING? Which part of driving around three old ladies to wineries could possibly be boring?
One of the best parts of our trip (besides eating like there was no tomorrow) was my souvenir.
LOOK WHAT I BROUGHT HOME: