Whiskey Sour

Growing up in the country only had a few people and a few amenities. Me, I was lucky enough to have four-wheelers, go-carts, pets, a pool and, an older brother that had some very handsome friends. The only friend that I could seem to have lived right behind my mother's house. Her name is Gail.

Gail and I were the same age. We were in sync with one another. We played, we laughed, we cried, we loved, and we hated each other. The fact remains the same she was my friend, and still is 26 years later. Gail and I were inseparable even when we were angry with each other. There would be times I would angrily debate with her about something before the summer began and I would go to visit my grandmother. When I returned home she would be in my parent's pool. And I hated that. I would fight her in the water and we would be friends when we came up from drowning each other.

One particular day Gail and I were left home alone while my parents went out to the grocery store and to run errands. We played like we always did but, then began to get bored and look for mischievous behavior to condone into. We started plundering in the closets and kitchen cabinets until we purposely stumbled up on some whiskey bottles that were near about full…. Oh how excited we became, we began to dance around in the kitchen because we thought We were going to be drunk and unsupervised for the first time in our lives.

Our adrenaline started to race as we poured our first shots into a wine glass that we had no business with either. We giggled taking shot after shot. We began to walk with a drunken walk and talk with slurred words. Not only that, but we began to feel sick and talk of having a hangover. Furthermore, we were only 12 years old so all the gibberish we had experienced was only learned behavior. Within 45 mins we had drunk 2 bottles of that whiskey stuff.

We began to panic because now the bottles were empty. We started to search for something to replace the liquid in the bottles. We were so scared of what our parents might think or even do to us when they got home. We found some green food coloring that matched the color of the whisky stuff in the bottle. So, we did what any kid would do. We mixed water and food coloring into the bottles and placed them right where we found them.

Suddenly my parents came home. We were so distraught and drunk we didn't know what to do. We didn't speak, we didn't move. We were scared to death that we were going to get caught. We walked over to Gail's house and brushed our teeth and tried to get ourselves together. We were still falling and sick on the stomach. Our first time ever feeling this way. We were drunk for sure.

We returned to my house, silent as a mouse. But I was always the one with the guilty conscience, so I ratted us out. I told mamma we are drunk. Mamma looked at us, she said there is nothing here for you to drink to be drunk.

I told her we drank all the whisky stuff under the counter. She said you, dummy, you have a sugar rush, that's just whisky sour, it's flavoring for a mixed drink.

Gail and I felt 2 inches tall after that. Even though we didn't get into trouble about drinking the whiskey sour. The collector's wine glass was another story to tell.