As I was preparing for our annual Gumbo Party I got an email from my husband asking me to pick up the rest of the liquor for the famous hurricanes we make. So off I went to our local ABC store to pick up 6 additional handles of rum. Yum!
While checking out with my cart full of rum, I was thinking about my college days and reminiscing about those years of fun. I was brought back to my college days not because of the rum, but because there was a group of the cutest guys I have seen in awhile, all clearly in their early 20′s, purchasing an enormous amount of Everclear, or grain alcohol. Now, I LOVED the artillery punch we made in college as I am sur
e many love the Purple Jesus that is also made from this ridiculous liquor. Who does not love a 190 proof liquor drink mixed in huge trash cans with tons of fruit and alcohol left to stew for a day or so so that it really packs a punch? As much as I loved this drink, I have not had it, or Everclear in any form, since those college days. I don’t think real adults are even allowed to have it. It is for the young. Checking out next to these extremely good looking and much younger men, I felt really old. I tried to calm myself by saying that it has been less than a decade since I was in their shoes, but I still felt really old when I remembered that I am 30. With 2 kids. And a mortgage. And I don’t party in basements anymore.
I made a joke that it had been a long time since I had that to drink, and they laughed. I was so glad I was dressed cute and not wearing stretch pants. At least I looked somewhat presentable. So my cute 30 year old self brought my cart of liquor up and was immediately told that I would need a permit to transport this amount of alcohol in my car! Old people do not need permits! Old people drink a glass or 3 
of wine and call it a night. I am young! I am buying so much liquor that they need to have my name and address on a permit! The very cute guys laughed and said “some party”. And it was! We had people stumbling home just like in college. So I am not so old!
But I am not young either…the mess on Sunday made me crazy…and in college it could have waited until Monday while I used the hair of the dog that bit me strategy to make me feel better.
Cheers!
I am the Ringmaster of this circus. I have 3 small children who don't know what that means so I just say "Boss" and they get that. I am a mom who loves to write, build things, make things and love on my kids and my hubs. I am also in the midst of a love affair with social media. Always busy, usually laughing and never without words. Thus, Mommy Words. 
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I think this whole blog is cool and sweet and such a treasure. This is awesome for your kids. Some words of advice from your much older sister-in-law…….don’t let your kids read this one until they are at least 25. You will regret it when they are in high school getting busted for drinking and you are trying to enforce some rules. This is concrete evidence that can and will be used against you. TRUST ME!! As far as that bloody nose episode in the hotel with the fire alarm…..hilarious and can completely see that happening to me, as bloody noses have reentered my life recently. Very freaky. This is so much fun and very creative.
Mary
Good advice! I am thinking that unless we ourselves do not raise our kids they will have all the evidence they need without reading one word though. Ha! We try so hard but something will always come back to bite us!
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