Glass Knuckles

I’m a lover not a fighter. I must admit, however, I do love to drink a little wine and debate first world problems with my friends. During these moments it is not uncommon for wine to get spilled or glasses to break – it’s all part of the experience.  Plus, I believe the spilled wine gives my wood floors a lovely medium-bodied oaky finish.

Over time, wine glasses have both progressed and regressed. Progress: stemless. Regress: redneck. Fortunately,  I’m not picky, so I’ll drink out of any glass, or paper cup for that matter.

Recently, a college student designed a small glass ring for the the girl on the go who likes to enjoy a ‘little’ wine and, perhaps, has a tendency to lose her glass every now and again. If I were to buy, I probably wouldn’t buy just one, I’d buy a handful. Then, if things get heated during our first world problems debates, I can pound the wine and, if necessary, pound someone with my newly acquired glass knuckles.