Whisper Your Secrets

I like a drink though I don’t drink often and I have never been drunk (that’s not me being boring I just hit merry and can’t, even for the love of trying sometimes, get anymore drunk) but I enjoy a nice Sex on the Beach cocktail every now and then. Or an ice cold vodka and coke or Archers and lemonade or a Big Apple (a little concoction I made from lemonade and some sour apple shots); ok, so the list goes on but you get my drift right?

So I went out for dinner last night with my mum (not as daggy as it sounds) and two of her friends I know and we had a whale of a time. The conversation went all over the place but the key topic was, of course – (like it should be) alcohol. They’re all parents and were shamefully admitting that after half a bottle of wine these days they’re almost paralytic; well, that’s when the fun began!

We were all a few drinks into the night when Lynn classically reached for her vodka and coke and didn’t quite manage to get her hand over the glass but rather through it sending the lemon slice into my Cajun chicken and the vodka into the vegetables (which actually made the veggies rather delicious but Eleanor didn’t agree with this and promptly ordered some replacements). Anyway, we cleaned it up, laughed it off, she ordered another vodka and coke and we teased her that she was already plastered and needed a straw.

The night went on, the conversation became more random and the laughter grew louder…that is, until Lynn did exactly the same thing with her drink and spilt the second one. Well, I could have died laughing, literally. Our whole table was hyperventilating begging each other to stop laughing because it was beginning to hurt. This time however I got unlucky and my Cajun chicken became a desert island surrounded by a very intoxicating sea.

So being in the state of mind I was and the fact that we were all acting like teenagers, what do you think I did next? Ask for a cloth to soak up the vodka? Tell everyone Cajun and vodka works well together?

No….

I proceeded to stoop down and start licking the vodka off my plate! You heard me! I swear, if we weren’t in such a nice restaurant people would have been asking some serious questions about my sanity. As it turned out it was perfect timing – I had just finished my cocktail and was just about to order another drink – talk about a freebie!

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(I did nothing as elegant as this little girl…imagine a cat licking the milk from it’s saucer.  Picture it?  It was still worse!)

So the moral of the story? When life gives you Cajun chicken and vodka; lick the vodka – you can always re-heat the chicken! Have a good weekend guys and gals!

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