Drunk

When I was growing up, I was raised with parents that shared their alcoholic beverages with us whenever we'd ask.  Only a sip, mind you.  Mom and dad had these tiny thimble size glassware that they would pour a little Bailey's in for special occasions.  Just the right size for children.  My mom's side of the family is very German, and in Germany they make kid's beer that is the color green and taste like fruit loops...so no griping about my upbringing.  That's hard core shit back there.
Anyway, when my parents would have company or we'd go to my grandparents' house, I'd ask for a sip of whatever people where drinking.  Bourbon and water (what?), Manhattan, Fuzzy Navel (yum), and every football game or when dad was working outside - beer.  Usually, Coors.
What I had found was this type of upbringing made it so the whole fascination of "partying" was not interesting to me.  My friends who grew up tethered as far away from alcohol as possible, were the ones who drank the most.  I was usually the designated driver.  Getting drunk didn't really interest me because, big freakin' deal...it's booze.  Who cares?

However...I did decide one night with my girlfriends to try out getting some alcohol in my system that was more than a sip or a thimble full.  Ah, the joys of peer pressure.  Well, Becky had a large assortment of mini bottles of various vodkas collected over time.  She didn't drink that often either, so essentially it was our night to be drunkies.  I'd shoot back half a "bottle," chase it with orange juice and then hand the rest of the bottle over to Beck and she'd follow suit.  They were all different tastes.  The final one was freaking horrible.  Who's idea was it to make Pepper Vodka?!!  Eww.  Anyway, buzzed and then sloppy, our sober friends took us out for the night.  The rest of this story has already been written in my other blog.  But I'll sum up what happened:

Beck and I sat with these two guys from Canada at a Denny's (of course, because we were drunk and that's where drunk people go) while our friends watched from a distance laughing at us and our shenanigans.  Becky would flirt with them, getting their undivided attention while I grabbed a burger from one of their plates and took a massive bite.  Then when I grabbed their attention, Becky ate a massive amount of fries.  By the time we were done with chatting it up with them, half their meal was gone.  We had the best time and never got sick.  And no hang over!

Anyway, I'm not positive if it was this same night or not, but my friends Amy and Suzie hopped out the window of Suzie's room out into the woods and came back 30 minutes later with a road barrier with a flashing light.  We were a group of bad girls doing stupid things that would make us laugh our asses off.  Fun times!