One amusing Xmas tale
Dec. 25th, 2002 05:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tiamatladySo I'd asked D what should I bring to the family party. I'd like to bring SOMETHING, but I don't want to bring something stupid, like a fruitcake or something. I know they pull out all the alcohol, was there something I could bring, that if it didn't get drunk, her parents would enjoy?
D checked, and said "Razberri Stoli" OK, good. My sister picked up a bottle at her new part time liquor store job. I popped into the freezer for the day, and pulled it out just before leaving. I hoped she'd like it.
I get there, pull the bottle out of the bag. I walk into the kitchen, where D's mom and sister Regina are mixing drinks. I hug and kiss Regina, do the "Merry Xmas"es and hold up the bottle saying "Where should I put this?" Regina says "OOOOOO! MOM, look what SHE brought!!!" Mom turns around and I see the "bar" behind her on the counter, which contains TWO previously killed bottles of what I'd brought. I hold up the bottle and say "Its, uh, iced, it just came out of the , em, freezer." They literally GRAB it out of my hands, and open it, getting some ice from the fridge. Dad wanders by and says "Is that new? isn't there some left in that one? *points*" Mom says "This one's ICED dear, Jen just brought it. SHE *points* can stay!"
My whole observation - "I feel like a grown up now, not only am I invited, but this year I brought booze." She looked at me and said "Why do you think I said you could stay?"
*grins*
D checked, and said "Razberri Stoli" OK, good. My sister picked up a bottle at her new part time liquor store job. I popped into the freezer for the day, and pulled it out just before leaving. I hoped she'd like it.
I get there, pull the bottle out of the bag. I walk into the kitchen, where D's mom and sister Regina are mixing drinks. I hug and kiss Regina, do the "Merry Xmas"es and hold up the bottle saying "Where should I put this?" Regina says "OOOOOO! MOM, look what SHE brought!!!" Mom turns around and I see the "bar" behind her on the counter, which contains TWO previously killed bottles of what I'd brought. I hold up the bottle and say "Its, uh, iced, it just came out of the , em, freezer." They literally GRAB it out of my hands, and open it, getting some ice from the fridge. Dad wanders by and says "Is that new? isn't there some left in that one? *points*" Mom says "This one's ICED dear, Jen just brought it. SHE *points* can stay!"
My whole observation - "I feel like a grown up now, not only am I invited, but this year I brought booze." She looked at me and said "Why do you think I said you could stay?"
*grins*
