My drinking habits have become a bit of a joke (literally) over the Summer. I grew up drinking. Some people will understand what I mean and some won't--I suppose it depends on how you grew up. My parents were very social people with a large social circle. It seemed every weekend there was some party going on. I'm not talking about wild drunken debacles (although some of them were!) but parties with lots of food, card games, baseball in the field next to our house, throwing horseshoes in the alley, tons of kids to play with. It just depended on the weather and season. As a kid, it was fantastic! The booze ran freely. As far back as I can remember, I always drank out of my Dad's beer can or sipped whatever Mom was drinking. I grew up on it, I like the taste of it. And during my late teens and early twenties, I was a very heavy drinker-- I could keep up with the boys. I quit drinking when I had kids. Didn't really miss it, most of the time. But my kids are grown and for some reason I've picked up some of my old habits. One night, the Malibu was gone, and, just being stupid, I posted the above line on Facebook. And then another night it was Gin. Then Vodka. Then even Coffee. I got lots of comments and "likes". Each time long elaborate stories got started, highly exaggerated, of course! Not sure why I'm even writing this, just saw that banner on Tumblr and it made me laugh. Now, if you will excuse me, I think I hear a Corona calling my name!
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Can't drink for the last 20+ years because of medication. I was called for jury duty - drunken driving - and the attorneys asked us which ones of us were non-drinkers (obviously we were getting kicked off this jury) and I wanted to say, 'well I don't drink but I'd like to does that count?'
At age six I attended my father's annual Air Force picnic and found that the drink that came out of the big silver barrel was the best ever, so I kept refilling my cup.
My mother nearly died when she saw her drunk-ass toddler with a beer in hand.
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