Just say no!
I went to a party on Saturday night I didn’t get laid, and didn’t get in a fight (Hey, reminds me of Lita Ford’s Kiss me Deadly) and was looking forward to a night of good drinks, food and fun. This is a new friend of ours via a guy who knows a guy….Anyway, he did pass the fuck test as mentioned in my first post so he couldn’t be a bad guy. Well, he’s not a bad guy, but he’s a cheap mf er. He did have a bar which was a good sign. I ordered up a Vodka/Cranberry and got a red plastic cup of goodness. I sipped it and thought, “uh oh….” I am no Vodka snob by any means, but I had to ask the bartender what she was serving me. It was what seemed like a gallon sized container of Smirnoff. I knew I was in for trouble. Who the hell drinks that shit other than teenagers that get hobos to buy up for them and hobos that get a tip from teenagers for buying up for them.
I went with the flow and after only two drinks, I was totally unfit for any party behavior and found myself returning my dinner in the toilet out the wrong end. I even had to cab it home about 1 mile away. My wife was double bitten as well where some very cheap champagne was served and she was blowing chunks too. That stuff tasted like the shit they used to sell at the market with the yellow labels. As a matter of fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if it came from the bowels of their cabinet and did have a yellow label on it.
Anyways, I think we need a new test for cheap liquor at holiday parties…where, sure they can be a friend, but know to b.y.o. at the next one because you may not live to tell about it. Be warned!!!!
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