I'm Not a Bitch, I Swear.

In general, I like to think of myself as a loving, caring, sincere, and (most importantly to my point) an accepting and non-judgmental person. But... in reality, I just can't hide my inner mean teenage girl sometimes.

Case and point: New Years' Eve 2011. Party at my friend's house.
My friend had just started dating this girl who lived in Iowa. He went up to no man's land to be with her for the New Year festivities (what a great guy). We called him at 12:02, 2012 to say happy New Year; to which as I suspected, he sounded rather down and out - wouldn't you if your core group of friends all called you smashed and slap happy and you were all alone with your significant other in the middle of cornfield Iowa? Understandable.
Anyways, we asked him what he and the lady friend were up to.
"We're drinking wine and eating cheese."
Okay... Now I can groove with some wine and cheese. That is actually totally my cup of tea... but on New Year's? Not so sure.
Best part of the conversation:
"What kind of cheese?!" Prompted by my annihilated BFF,
"American cheese."

Am I the only one who thinks that that is absolutely hysterical? American cheese and wine. All I could picture was slices of rubbery Kraft American cheese wrapped in that peel-n-eat saran-wrap cover.

Now I'm not claiming to be some ritzy wine connoisseur, but this is some wine and cheese!