Being the youngest cousin on dad's side of the family always had me looking to Hot Shot as more of a sisterly role model. I always admired the way she would carry herself, and stand her own ground when being picked on by the uncle's.
After many people left the party on Saturday night, Hot Shot and I were left with a few Aunts and Uncles sitting in the backyard enjoying our wine. I'm not sure who's idea it was, but Hot Shot and I decided it would be fun to do a shot of some sort (we have never drank together before since I was always underage). So into the house we went to raid Aunt J's liquor cabinet. No shot glasses to be found, Hot Shot decided to just pour some Bicardi into a couple plastic party glasses, we toasted, we drank....and we realized that there was about enough in each glass for 4 shots! Feeling giggly and warm, and
Upon the safe return home, I immediately felt the effects of the horrible combination of the wine, bicardi and beer and slept a good couple of hours on the bathroom floor, with a bottle of water and some crackers....
Here's to you Hot Shot! Never again will I let you poor me a "shot" of anything! Next time, I'm playing bartender!
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