We attended my husband's "department" Christmas Party last night. I know, I know - the rule is to NEVER imbibe in public OR in the presence of people who can effect your future. Definitely your husband's future.
How was I to know that the beautiful red punch with floating cranberries and wreath-shaped iced cubes was spiked? It's not like I own any tastebuds. Those disappeared long ago ... during my AFRIN addiction! AND, besides, the "hostess-bitch" said it was NOT spiked.
Apparently I was intoxicated after two red drinks in 20 minutes because I ventured over to examine the exquisite ice sculpture. It was flowing a beautiful pink colored watery substance. Only too bad for me because I started guzzling the waterfall and that turned out to be MORE Vodka.
We departed when I could not locate a safe place to hang my leg off the floor. I was completely saturated with the Christmas Spirit. Probably still am.
