After a weekend of shenanigans (I told a girl I had just gotten my tongue pierced and had yet to try it out; dont ask) I found myself in yet a different sort of court. Family court.
Sleeping off my drunken state of vodka and who knows what, I was awoken by the
high-pitched screams of my 8 year old cousin. She ran out of my room, screaming, with her hands flapping towards her open mouth. As I looked towards the general area of where my cousin had just stood, I saw it. My favorite Anchor Blue flask belt buckle spilling out Tarantula Azul, my favorite citrus flavored tequilla.
Before I could react to the spilled goodness, my entire family came rushing back in as my little cousin pointed to the overflowing flask.
There I was, facing the tribunal, when I should have been in church having the communal bread soak up the previous night's alcohol, that was still sloshing around in my stomach. Guess I should have said "no" to that 4th cup.
The only reason, my tiny little flask was filled in the first place, was because I didnt think I would be going to a party. Keli said it would be just a dinner thing, and so I figured it wouldnt hurt to be a little tipsy. But somehow the dinner turned into a full-fledged party complete with these cool chinese lanterns.
Anyways, I did what any person would do in my situation. I lied. Despite my better judgement I told everyone that I loaned Keli my belt buckle the previous weekend, and that she must have given it back to me, filled with disgusting, sinful alcohol. And, the crazy thing is, it worked! Which was a total first, since alcohol is like a truth serum for me.
And everything worked out for the best. My cousin was a little woozy for about 10 minutes and made a promise to my aunt that she would never drink because "it burned my mouth," and I got another "GET OUT OF JAIL FREE" card. Now all I have to do is keep my cousin away from my armoire with the false bottom.
Sleeping off my drunken state of vodka and who knows what, I was awoken by the
high-pitched screams of my 8 year old cousin. She ran out of my room, screaming, with her hands flapping towards her open mouth. As I looked towards the general area of where my cousin had just stood, I saw it. My favorite Anchor Blue flask belt buckle spilling out Tarantula Azul, my favorite citrus flavored tequilla.Before I could react to the spilled goodness, my entire family came rushing back in as my little cousin pointed to the overflowing flask.
There I was, facing the tribunal, when I should have been in church having the communal bread soak up the previous night's alcohol, that was still sloshing around in my stomach. Guess I should have said "no" to that 4th cup.
The only reason, my tiny little flask was filled in the first place, was because I didnt think I would be going to a party. Keli said it would be just a dinner thing, and so I figured it wouldnt hurt to be a little tipsy. But somehow the dinner turned into a full-fledged party complete with these cool chinese lanterns.
Anyways, I did what any person would do in my situation. I lied. Despite my better judgement I told everyone that I loaned Keli my belt buckle the previous weekend, and that she must have given it back to me, filled with disgusting, sinful alcohol. And, the crazy thing is, it worked! Which was a total first, since alcohol is like a truth serum for me.
And everything worked out for the best. My cousin was a little woozy for about 10 minutes and made a promise to my aunt that she would never drink because "it burned my mouth," and I got another "GET OUT OF JAIL FREE" card. Now all I have to do is keep my cousin away from my armoire with the false bottom.
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