Thursday, March 1, 2012

Don't Count My Drinks, I'm A Big Boy!

I believe it is an old saying or good etiquette at least, "don't count how many drinks another man has had" ain't polite. If that counter is a kid, it has really crossed the line. It was all I could do to hold my tongue the other day when I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine at 5pm, and my oldest son's friend, a neighbor girl, made the comment of sort, "I guess it's 5pm somewhere." As if I was drinking too early (I pointed out it was 5pm here, in my FUCKING kitchen!!!)
Then she proceeded to ask if I'd made it home okay the other night, when evidently she saw me at the local watering hole on Valentines, with my wife and adult friends. Really, that is some balls. I just smiled and commented, "don't worry about me I'm a big boy." I was way nicer than I should of been.

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