May 27, 2008 09:02
First of all, thank you to everyone for the birthday greetings and well-wishes. And to those who wished me a "sucky birthday - ha ha, just kidding. But not really." I totally deserve that. And I still blame Southern Comfort, at least 40%.
In a conversation with my dad this weekend, I casually mentioned that SoCo was the beverage that I should never, ever be allowed to have unless you truly want to provoke my inner Gemini. Something about it makes me insist that YOU MUST ACKNOWLEDGE MY EXISTENCE, even though my presence is already ohhh-so-obvious. It only makes it worse when you (rightfully) ignore me and insist to your friends and cohorts that you've never met me and you can't imagine why this drunken slutbag is all up in your business.
I must also point out that SoCo is like the bio-fuel for my righteous indignation.
My dad responded to this vague reference with little expression. "The SoCo no good? Hmm." As if to imply, "...and you are surprised you can't handle it?" Well yes, a little, as I'm normally well-behaved even while blasted.
Lesson learned on 24th birthday: You have your vices. SoCo is now considered one of them. No more for you. AND, apologize profusely for any situations involving this delicious drink.