knife in the trunk

This weekend I was in DC with my mom. We went for her older sister’s surprise 60th birthday party on Saturday night. The party was fun, the company was interesting, but the highlight of the trip was actually the first night. Let me set the scene: The bars had closed down for the night, the grocery stores were dry, and my mom’s trunk was filled with 18 bottles of wine. 18. Alas the hotel did not have a wine key or opener. But after a long Friday night of school and driving, we needed the sweet nectar of a party white.


So we pen knifed it open.