I really don't drink very often, mostly because alcohol acts as a truth serum in me...gets me in trouble in various ways. An example: A few weeks ago I was imbibing good doses of truth serum at a small party of a long-time friend's house. My friend introduces me to her new boyfriend, and I instantly start cracking up-on the floor, guffawing and snorting kind of laughing. I attempt several times to recover, and my friend is asking me what's so funny. My answer is that her new boyfriend looks like Michael Bolton's evil twin brother. I am met with a house full of silence, with an "Oh-no-she-didn't" coming from a corner. I keep on, saying, "C'mon, you can't tell me that when you first met him you weren't thinking (I start singing here) HOW CAN WE BE LOVERS WHEN WE CAN'T BE FRIENDS..." Thank God, my friend, her boyfriend, and everyone else started howling with laughter. They cut me off after that.
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Phi Love,
AEPhiSteph
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