Thursday, December 08, 2005

The last thing a Designated Driver wants to hear.

Last Saturday night the fishbowl attended the first holiday party of the season. It was a Martini's and Orniments party. We all got dressed and went to our friend Serena's new apartment, and it was delightful. Delightful that is until the one word a designated driver never wants to hear was uttered...Yeager!

Now I have no problem with drinking, heavens no. I knew last night with out asking that I would be designated driver, so after my chocolate martini I switched to diet Dr Pepper. I don't usually mind being the driver and I will even make those in my charge drinks. I will fill them with vodka, rum, bourbon, and even tequila from time to time. But there is one liquor that I avoid, and I make a real effort to steer them away from and that is Yeager.

I knew when I heard the word, that I was in for it.
"Yeah, I'll do a shot of Yeager," DD said.
I shot her a look that said, "Why would you do this to me."
"It's just one," she said

Flash forward 2hrs.
"It's time to go. Here is your purse and your coat," I say handing her her things.
"I don't want to leave yet. I am having fun," she says back like a definite child.
"Come on, it's getting late," I say trying to coaxes away from the party and the scared young man she was talking to.
"I AM NOT READY TO LEAVE! YOU GO! I'LL WALK HOME!" she yells back.

At this point Ze Queen makes me go to the car and wait. She makes (or at least she thinks she does) DD call her cousin who lives near by. For once DD doesn't live up to her name. Sure she pretends to call her cousin.
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