Tonight, we had family gathering time. As usual, it ended up in a long music session, filled with guitar and sing-a-longs. I love my family, and I love how musical we are. However, that is not the point here.
The family time tonight reminded me of the first time all of us were together at once: my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary celebration. At the party, my cousin Allison and I, and possibly also one or both of her brothers, took on the task of ordering unique drinks from the open bar. You see, we wanted to take advantage of the open bar, as the rest of the family and attendees were doing, but we lacked the age to enjoy the alcohol aspect of it all.
And so, we improvised. At ages 15 and 12 respectively, Allison and I took full advantage of the open bar in terms of experience. We initially ordered a virgin beverage, because we liked the specific beverage. However, we soon turned to our own game of coming up with ridiculous drink orders. We ordered things like a virgin rum and coke, and a virgin bourbon water. We just picked the drink we actually wanted, and found an adult mixed beverage that contained the desired drink, and then ordered it virgin. That way, we were ordering drinks at the bar, the way a bar is designed to be, and we enjoyed all the regular fun of ordering special drinks at an open bar, with the added enjoyment of the puzzle and ridiculousness.
I sure do love my family.