| As we were growing up, ALL of our immediate family members were HEAVY drinkers. Our Mother, Father, fraternal Grandmother, fraternal Aunt Lou, fraternal Uncle Ned, maternal Uncle Kenny, and Uncle Dick. They were the original Seagram's "7". Interestingly enough, none of our generation (Tim, Sue or myself) drink at all. Well... there were 2 exceptions (this one and another one later in life, which will be covered in a future missive). These 2 exceptions were, unfortunately ME, and BOTH of them resulted in DISASTERS! I sowed wild oats twice, and had crop failures twice. In the first exception, I was around 10 or so and was up on the house roof checking out the progress of the shingle replacement job, which was being done by our father and his buddy Art. They had both "called it a day", so later on I just happened to wonder up there. Upon arriving on the roof, I found a partially filled bottle of Screwdriver, which I think is a mixture of Vodka and orange juice (YUUUCK)! I figured this would be a great opportunity to "sneak a snort" and act like a real grown-up. The following account is related VIA of a 3rd party, since afterward, I honestly don't remember a thing! After I apparently took too long of a "snort", after a while I was discovered (they said) walking and reeling and making unintelligible sounds while walking along the PEAK of the roof! I guess for the first time in my life I experienced the "grown-up" experience of being "Plastered"! (and SICK!) |
