When I was still in college (many many many years ago) I challenged my stepfather, Skip, with shots of Bacardi Black. BTW, Skip is a boat captain. Needless to say, it was a losing effort and resulted in one of my three instances of alcohol related vomitting.
Well, he's older now and so am I.
He's almost 60 and so takes a bunch of meds everyday.
I'm 37 and between skiing trips, happy hours, and various get togethers - my liver gets challenged and strengthened every day.
Things are different now.
So I buy a bottle of Patron at Sam's Wholesale for $40 (for those of you not in the know, that's cheap!) and throw down the gauntlet again.
How far the mighty have fallen! Three shots in and he's out in the recliner and Mom is snoring on the couch. I didn't make him vomit or stumble so it's not really gratifying.
Lame.
Mom thinks Patron taste "like shit" (her words, not mine) but Skip is a born again tequila man.... three shots at a time.
3 comments:
Nice game face!
I see we are lying about our age now... that's nice. Must be fishing for a compliment about how young you look for your age... any takers?
FYI, I reminded you earlier this year that you were turning 36. I had to think about how old I was when I read this post. Went something like this, "...she's 37? WTF?! Me, her and Chuck are all 36. Loser! Can't remember her own age!". -O.
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