Girls Gone Wine 2014

It all started back in college.

Isn't that how all epic stories begin? 

There were seven of us. Sometimes there were upwards of ten, and other times the group was a slim six or five. Swimmers, the token hooper, and that one girl, Chelsea, whose sheer wit and wisdom inked her into our history instantly.

We met in the dorms. We passed each other with wet heads, wearing issued sweat pants, heading to and from practice and class. We bonded over common interests in the football and baseball teams. We crammed for tests. We cheered each other on at our respective sporting events. We vented. A lot. We watched every episode of The OC, and we mourned while watching the Friends finale together. Squished into a dinky dorm room. Eating cookie dough from the tube.  

It's been eleven years now since we became a posse. And we still figure out a way to unite at least once a year. Some years it's at a wedding. Or we might find ourselves in the Oregon forest, riding bikes, white-water rafting, and playing cards. This year, we took the classy route and visited the one and only Dizz's hometown of Healdsburg, CA.

And so, it was coined Girls Gone Wine 2014. We ate. We drank. We reminisced. And in true athlete fashion, we supported ol' Wazzu. I mean, only Cougs would don their crimson and gray to wine taste at Francis Ford Coppola's vineyard...by way of bicycle.

Until next year, friends. I love you!