You Learn From Experience

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Teenage me…

Grew up in the 70s…lived in a small town…wore bell bottoms and bodysuits…drove around the town square for entertainment…and on weekends…frequented the occasional kegger…

Ok…maybe more than the occasional kegger…had our places like kids do…Wolfman’s Bridge…some clearing in the woods…a random road out in the middle of nowhere…

Beer was the thing…all those fancy flavored drinks didn’t exist and if they had we wouldn’t have drank them anyway…because it was all about the kegger…

And teenage me could stay out til three then work the 6 to 2 shift waitressing the next day…a little tired maybe, but fine otherwise…

And then…she had a kamakaze…some fruity red drink in a white styrofoam cup…in a local tavern…18 years old…legal age…and it was good…gooder than good…two styrofoam cups more good…

And 18 year old me paid for it later…the next day and beyond later…

Avoided hard liquor indefinitely…until one night in college…met the margarita…loved the margarita…had way too much margarita…

And paid for it…dearly…

And so…there in lies the untold(now told)story of hard liquor and partying me…not to mention it makes one of us a little sassy, not classy, using words not printable…

And so it is…in life…you learn from experience…and paying dearly is one of those experiences one of us…and she shall remain nameless…does her best to avoid…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…