It's Sunday funday, #winenightin edition and I’m blessed to be eating my favourite food groups; pizza and fermented grapes. The wine is white so the grapes must have been green at one point or another. I’m practically having a salad. Either way, I’m really excited to be trying out Invivo Wines especially after I’ve been staring longingly at the bottle for about a week. The Sauvignon Blanc Marlborough is crisp and refreshing with notes of citrus…or something. I have no idea what the hell I’m talking about (believe it or not)! And guess what? Invivo wines doesn’t have hard feelings about it. Wine is wine is wine and as long as it tastes like it and I’m enjoying myself, that’s all Invivo wants! Success? Yup!
Tim Lightbourne, Co-Founder and Director at Invivo tells me that us millennials have quickly “become the largest wine drinking segment globally. [We] do not necessarily care to understand or recite the complex terminology of wine making”. Let me tell you, that is fine by me and my $12/bottle or less standards. In all seriousness though, the wine is delicious! I wouldn’t even be upset by the hangover it tastes that good.
Don’t worry my fashion fiends, I’m not too drunk that I’ve completely lost sight of discussing my outfit. Or beaches. (This hat though!) This was not-so-carefully curated to compliment the pie and grape.
I felt it was necessary to host a downtown Calgary meets wilderness meets non-existent Calgary beach vibe dinner for one. You feel me? My outfit screams daylight formal soiree on the beach with a punny twist and my set says, "hey Julie you must live downtown and enjoy back country badlands home decor with a huge dash of gold and ladylike accents." Regardless, I truly cannot be bothered by the randomness of my selections because it's my house, I can do what I want to...it's my party I can say what I want to...it's my wine I can drink what I want to. Can't stop, won't stop. (Thanks Miley Cyrus! I may have ad-libbed a tad.)
But really, I have a pj party for one at least three-eight times a week so I wanted to sauce up the wardrobe while drinking the sauce! Hence the romper accompanied with the vintage maxi skirt complimented by the largest fucking hat you've ever seen. In case you didn't see it before it reads, "WHERE'S MY BEACHES AT?" (If you don't know me personally you probably did not hear my dry sarcasm whilst reading the above note.)
Now I know it looks like I’m having a hell of a time all by my lonesome, which I am, because one must learn to party alone before they can love thy self. However; this would be incrementally better with my #beetches. Somewhere on a #beach. Do you even want me start on my #beetches vs. #beaches rant?! I doubt it since I've gone off on a tangent every other line of this damn post. #sorrynotsorry #itshowitalk
Moving forward I have full intention of making all of my wine and pizza nights consist of regal-length skirts and a dramatically floppy-brimmed hats. Why would one eat za any other way?! Jokes folks! What you don’t see at my party is the pile of laundry on the other end of the room and my thigh master hiding behind the couch. Yes supporters, this has been executed for photographic purposes. (Gasp!) As mentioned, I would normally be wearing my 1D tee and some J-Bieb inspired low-crotch sweats, but how much fun did I have dressing up like this instead! I also wasn't completely alone. (More gasps!) My Instagram hopefully soon-to-be husband Curtis, well, he was here too and paid in food and beverages for his photography services. #willworkforfood (my sentiments, not his) Bless his soul! (Love you babe!)