Memories… Like the cocktail bars of my mind
NS November 15th, 2007
Kelly from O for Obsessive tagged me for this meme, bless her sweet, angelic soul. You should be thanking her as much as I am for she has saved you from a post about the amount of puke that has splashed about this house in the last few days. First TNC, then me last night and today and now TNH, home from work early to hurl in his own bathroom. And I get to clean it all up tomorrow — yay!
So, on to the meme. I’m following Kelly’s lead and making this a ‘Five things about me as pertaining to bars or alcohol.’ Kelly may not know me in ‘real life’ but she obviously has a keen sense of intuition to tag me for this one. Alcohol and bars is my specialty topic, what I would do a doctorate in if I had to choose one tomorrow. For you British readers, it would be my specialty subject in Mastermind. Here we go.
1. The first time I ever got drunk I was 13 and at my aunt’s wedding. The wait staff handed me a glass of champagne for the toasts and I downed it, not realising it was meant to be sipped. I drank a glass for each toast and then started scavenging for forgotten wine glasses left on tables. I was drunk in no time.
My parents, who were in charge of taking the gifts from the reception venue to my aunt’s house, put me in the back of the car to sleep while they loaded the gifts. I slumped over on the door and when someone opened it to check on me, I fell out onto the driveway and most of the buttons on my dress popped open, leaving me sprawled out, drunk and with my slip on full display, in front of the other wedding guests. A wedding booze hound was born.
2. The first time I ever went to a bar was when I was 17. I worked as a hostess at a restaurant and went with some older servers who were in their early 20s. It was a total dive and smelled like the Marlboro factory. I drank tequila and sang “Paradise By The Dashboard Lights” on the karaoke machine.
3. The first time I ever got kicked out of a bar was when I was 21 and in Greece on vacation with my husband. We had indulged in five too many ‘two-for-one’ cocktails and then headed to a dance club. The power of the purple punch turned me into a dancing diva and I decided that I was the best, most talented, sexiest thing on two feet and kept climbing up onto the empty platform to shake my groove thing. The problem being, it was a very tiny platform and I had on very non-tiny heels. And I’d had nine not-tiny-at-all drinks, so I kept falling off. Not just a few inches but a few feet. It’s a wonder I didn’t crack my head open or break an ankle.
I got all belligerent when they told TNH to take me home and stormed off. He found me a few minutes later, sitting outside feeding bread to a bunch of stray dogs, crying. Romantic, eh?
4. If I had to choose one drink to have for the rest of my life, it would be red wine. Brown ale would be a very close second but wine is definitely my lifelong companion.
5. I can carry three pint glasses in one hand with two shots balanced on top. This never draws much attention in the US where it seems like everyone and their brother has worked in the restaurant industry at some point in their lives, but in the UK I get loads of comments and stares if I carry even two pints in one hand. They don’t consider the sacred Procuring and Carrying of As Much Booze in One Go As Possible to be a valuable life skill, I guess. Their loss.
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