I traveled up the coast to Paso Robles last weekend to be a bridesmaid in a great friend’s wedding.  Weddings always mean friends, fun and cocktails.  This wedding was in wine country, which meant trade the cocktails for the wine.  So there I was, a vision in brown, with the up-do and makeup that always make my husband wince (he informed me he prefers a ponytail, oh yeah, that would have been appropriate) and since it was 100 degrees in the day (no exaggeration) I ordered a water.

We were enjoying the start of a great night and taking time to catch up with old friends until the water turned into a party fowl and began to stress everyone out.

“Why are you drinking water?”

“Because I’m thirsty.”

“Are you pregnant?!?!?”

I immediately ordered wine, to squash the rumors.  In reality I had enjoyed a lot of wine the night before and prior to ordering a glass at the wedding I thought water sounded refreshing and kind of necessary.  That was all, simple as a case of thirst.  So now you know I hang with a bunch of boozers and the questions didn’t end there.  A nice couple that I had met once was showing us pictures of their precious baby girl and as I gushed over her the lucky dad of this child looked at me and asked if we had started playing without a goalie.

Well the wine near flew out my mouth I laughed so hard.  Can you just picture it?  Women ask each other all the time.  Are you trying, when did you ditch the birth control, when are you supposed to start your period, etc.  We obsess and pry and it all seems fine.  I never knew a man’s way of prying, but what else would it be other than a ridiculous sports analogy.  So I played along and assured him we benched the goalie (I know, it sounded that stupid in person too).