94. Geno
“What’d ya mean ya don’t drink alcohol? You realize you hang out in a bar? My bar! Tonight you drink! Barkeep, get this girl a shot!” Thank God the bartender knew to pour me a shot of ginger-ale. Shoot, slam, aahh…
I have accepted a challenge of making a list of 365 people who have in some way touched my life. Next I am to write a little blurb about them with a small hitch. I must write using the exact amount of words that equal my age for each person. In my case 41. At first I thought this would be impossible. My next thought was it would be a breeze. Now I go back and forth between the impossibilities and the opportunities
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Great story.
What do ya mean what do ya mean ya don't drink alochol?
This is my recollection of a conversation that took place 15-20 years ago...
Sandy: Not that I think it is a bad idea but why?
B Kiddo: I cannot in good conscience ask him to quit drinking if I am going to be sipping cocktails in front of him, now can I?
Sandy: Good point.
easiest thing I ever gave up. Not a drop for 6+ years. Then the kids became teenagers and the rest is history! ;-)
Oh and the shots of ginger ale were actually under the bar waiting so they would be flat. And no one ever knew the difference except close friends and bartenders. I also drank my diet soda from a wine glass. Bars are dark and anyone looking thought I had a nice burgundy or cabernet. Is an effective trick with persistent bar owners and customers.
The only close call was doing a "jello shot" without actually doing it.
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