Good Morning Gentle Readers,
In the distant days of my vagrant yoot, Miltie dragged me off to a New Years celebration that was nigh on as perfect a set up as any guy could hope for. Just us and a house filled with gorgeous teen age girls. No parents. My eighteenth birthday was lookin' sweet. Things were pretty cool until Jim Beam crashed the party. By midnight, Jim and I were bouncing off the walls, laughing maniacally, and generally making ourselves obnoxious.
To ring in the new year and the new decade (not saying which one), we whooped and hollered and ignited a variety of illegal Mexican celebratory devices. Mine were obviously shoddy firecrackers with defective fuses that kept exploding before I could let go. Miraculously, all my fingers still work.
Like a sled to Hell with greased runners, things deteriorated rapidly after twelve. The promise of an evening spent with a sweet young thing entwined in my ams ended with a faceplant in a chilly, damp, backyard lawn. Oh, and Mr Beam was kind enough to introduce me to the lonely Samoyed, who was considerably more delighted with my company than any of the chicks were. You ain't lived until you've been face-licked out of a drunken stupor by a happy dog. The only upside that night is that TWC doesn't get hangovers. Still don't. Good genes, I guess.
I don't drink Whiskey, Scotch, or Bourbon. Now you know why. And to this day, just the faintest aroma of any of it roils the contents of my stomach.
I can't blame any of the really stupid stuff I did as a kid on alcohol because I didn't drink or do drugs in high school. At 18, I had no experience with alcohol and nobody told me a thing about it except Pop, who said.....
If you show up on my doorstep drunk, I'll take your keys until the Second Coming, or when you leave home. After I kick your butt from here to breakfast.
My kids have had a sip of wine here and there, but I do not let them drink. I do talk to them about alcohol and weed, though. I tell them that there's plenty of time for any of that later, that the law will make their lives miserable if they get caught, and that a little bit goes a long way. Hopefully, they won't have to learn the hard lessons.
Tip of the glass to Antonia