8 Second Sangria + Happy Father’s Day

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When I was in high school my dad started a band. I was probably 15 or 16, right around the time when I should have been embarrassed and bratty because he was my dad, but I just thought it was so cool. One week, he was ringing the bell on the NASDAQ and celebrating another IPO, and the next he was on a different kind of stage, rocking out as a drummer in a band that was actually pretty damn good.

My dad is an amazing person, but that’s not to say we haven’t had our ups and downs over the years – after all, no one, and no relationship, is perfect. Like, there was this one time in high school when I failed geometry, and my dad told me that if I was one of his employees he would fire me. My sisters and I call that version of him CEO Dad. CEO Dad is scary AF.  Or that other time when he was my actual CEO when we worked together for a few years right after I graduated from college, and he yelled at me on a forecast call in front of the entire company. Its hilarious looking back now, but I bet you can image how not funny it was back then.

Those are extreme examples – but there have been a lot of wonderful memories, too. Like when we were small and he’d wrap himself in this one blanket I’m pretty sure we still have and he’d be Blanket Monster and he’d chase us down the hallway, and looking back now, it had to be one of the funniest, cutest things ever (maybe you had to be there, IDK.) Or, nights spent sitting around the dinner table listening to him tell stories and make jokes – he’s probably the funniest person I know, second only to my sister Jess. Or when he called me after my college boyfriend broke up with me and told me that he was probably just intimidated by how awesome I was. I hope one day my husband has the ability to dole out ridiculous lines like that to our daughter and make her feel like its true because that’s what you do for your kids. You protect them and you teach them about life – and that’s exactly what my dad has done for us.

My dad taught me to always follow my dreams. He taught me how to make sangria and how not to make beef stroganoff. He taught me not to take life too seriously. He taught me that drinking an entire bottle of Jack Daniels means you’re not making it out of your room the next day. He taught me that family comes first above everything. That only chicks drive Boxsters. That the B on the Bentley actually stands for Bettencourt. That its important to give back, and that we are really, really, really lucky.

But recently, he’s taught me something else. He’s taught me the importance of being who you truly are, and supporting those who are doing the same. He’s taught me that even though not everyone is going to like it or support it, most people are good at heart, and they will accept you for exactly who you are. And the rest of them? Well, I think we both know where they can go.

So Happy Father’s day, Pops. And the same to my amazing Stepdad was who brave enough to take on 3 little girls because he loved my mom so much. And to my grandfather who is sick but still as sweet as he’s ever been. And to all the dads who aren’t with us anymore, like my Mom’s dad, who was loving and whose cast iron skillet I have in my kitchen and I think about him whenever I use it. Or my boyfriend’s grandfather, who was smart as hell and another good man like my father. I hope you all take today to remember the special dads in your life and tell them how much they mean to you.

A Bottle of red Slices sangria
1/3 bottle Pino Grigio
3/4 random red wine
1 cup lemonade
Juice from 1/2 lime
Assorted chopped fruit (we used strawberry, limes, pineapples and raspberry)

Make the sangria
1. Dump all ingredients into a large pitcher. Add ice individually to each glass. Stir. Pour. Enjoy.
2. There is no step 2. It’s that easy. Enjoy.



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