bedtime in ebyland

couple weeks ago i was chillin with my core group of friends. as we enjoyed our pasta and wine - the label on one of the bottles caught my attention. alice white. before i knew it i was whisked away into my childhood memories.

see, my mom had a...way to get me to bed when i was little. not only could she get me into bed, she had a way to get me to WANT to put on my pajamas and go to bed. i was excited to do this every night.

she would say "hey eby, it's time to go to Alice White's birthday party". well, i liked birthday parties. i especially liked wearing dresses to birthday parties. so, i was all for it. who cared who Alice White was? of course i'd go. she'd say "come on and put on your party dress...let's get ready to go". excited, i'd pull on my nightgown and climb into bed. "have fun" she'd say and kiss me goodnight. after she'd shut the door i remember being slightly confused, but i trusted her, after all, she knew lots of things. i'd fall asleep thinking about the party.

now, maybe i should be embarrassed that this little shtick of hers worked for so long. i'm not. it's not my fault, none of it is. what could i have done? how could i have known?

what's surprising about the story is that a couple years back Larry, Cindy and I were at a festival of some sort. i think it was Larry that found the bottle. Alice White...shiraz?!?! the hell?!?!

mom claims that Alice White was a made up name. she was pretty surprised that there's a wine named after her made up birthday girl. of course i believe her.

i wonder if it would have worked had it been Jack Daniel's birthday party she was inviting me to.

nah. that doesn't make me wanna put on my pajamas at all.