The Politics of Alcohol (otherwise known as day eighteen)

What She Wore: Blue jeans; yellow polo shirt with purple stripes; strappy, leopard-print wedges.

What She Ate: I scored today; dad made beef fajitas for lunch and my MIL served us stewed ham, green beans and potatoes over rice– nice, cajun dish. Gotta love those holidays where everyone wants to feed you.

Well, for those of you who don’t know, today is Mardi Gras. On Friday I went to my first and only real parade of the season. When I was a teenager I’d go to about a ten a season–old age slows you down.

Anyway, at the parade I experienced an interesting little incident. Was it rude? I’m not sure, so I’m letting you guys be the judge. If you’re a non-drinker than I’m not sure this will make sense, but I’ll do my best.

For a parade, you need a place to pee. For this reason, people usually congregate at a friend’s house that is either on or near the parade route. A friend invited us over for Friday’s parade and the Hub and I happily accepted. His house was about six houses off the route–a good spot. Parades are generally like block parties. Everyone is welcome, but you need need to bring your own refreshments. The Hub brought a couple of beers and I bought a very small bottle of Barcardi. I’m not a beer drinker. I also brought some Diet Coke. We all sat around the parade route talking, waiting for the parade to show up, and occasionally heading back to the house to pee. At some point, this guy who was with us asked me if his girlfriend could have some of my Bacardi. “Sure” I responded. I mean, it’s not like I was going to drink a whole bottle. He went and got her and I offered her some. She thanked me and then proceeded to tell me this whole story about how she was allergic to beer, and how she had diarreah for three years because of it. I didn’t ask for her medical history, but apparently she felt she needed to share it.

She took a hefty pour, walked off, and never spoke to me again for the rest of the night. This did not bother me. What did bother me a tad was when I saw her drinking a beer later. What’s up with that? Was she lying about the diarreah? If so, weirdo. If not, then why the beer?

So tell me–party foul? Yay or nay?

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  1. Maybe she felt the need to give a big long story to score free alcohol?

    Perhaps the beer was the best she could get for free later in the night or her healthy slug of the Bacardi got her so drunk that she forgot that she was allergic to beer and now she will pay for 3 years for scamming that free drink from you.

    I would put it under the… hmmm category that makes you share your head at what people do.


  2. Hmmm that is very odd. If she wanted some of your bacardi, why make up the big elaborate story?? Then be stupid enough to drink beer in front of you? Very odd but who knows, like someone else said, maybe she’d had enough bacardi to be willing to drink beer even though she knew it wouldn’t sit well with her!

  3. Small Town Girl says:

    Yeah, I hate moochers. If you know you’re going to drink why not just bring something you can have?

    Well, my guess is that she really does get sick from beer and you can rest assured that she was sick later on that night and the next day. 😉

  4. some people will do anything for free alcohol…

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  5. barnyardmama says:

    Ahhh. . . the too drunk to care scenario. Very possible.

  6. I think she was just rude.
    1. She lays down her medical history as if she’s needing the whole world to know that she can’t drink beer in order to elicit sympathy. Sympathy = free alcohol.
    2. She doesn’t speak to you for the rest of the night. If I had scored a drink from someone I’d at least thank them a couple of times throughout the night.
    3. Anyone who has that sort of allergic reaction is not likely to forget it anytime soon and would avoid said allergen like the plague.
    I’m just saying…

  7. Either she is a bad liar or a glutton for punishment. I doubt Bacardi got her *that* drunk for her not to remember her Beer Allergy. Let’s put this one in the party fool category.

  8. Wow… I can’t believe she would lie like that! I mean, if you are allergic to something like that it means you really don’t need to be drinking it. And, unless they are good friends asking for a favor people like that irritate me!

    Hugs to you and I’m glad you got to get out of the house for a while for the parade!


  9. Anonymous says:

    It’s nice to you enjoyed yourself.
    Billy Paul

  10. Just color her stupid, Katy. No accounting for a person’s ability, or not, as the case might be, to tell the truth.


  11. Seems like somebody doesn’t really care for beer but can drink it easier if they get something else down first. I used to do that when I was much younger – but didn’t feel the need to lie about it.

  12. I’m w/ Billie…she took the beer later because she was already too drunk to care about a little case of the squishies.

  13. I think I would have loudly approached her: “Oh, no! Beer! How are you feeling? I hope you don’t get the runs after this condsidering what you told me earlier when I gave you Bacardi out of the kindness of my heart!” I’m serious when it comes to my liqour. A) It’s not cheap and B) It’s mine, all mine…

  14. The UnK of all-time says:

    I stand by this statement: People are weird.

    She lied, people give stories when they lie. People who just want booze will just say thanks.

    Live from the great state of Bama!

  15. This is so funny!! I love that you would need a place to pee LOL. You are right that is all important when alcohol is concerned.

    Yeah that is real rude… I think Billie has the best answer though maybe she got really drunk off of your Bacardi.

    hmmm but she was still rude!

    So the parades are on the Friday and not on the Tuesday? Did I miss understand your blog? I have to check it again.

    I actually partook in the Carnival festivies in Trinidad and made merry in the streets of Trinidad this Tuesday. Carnivals or Mardi Gras are sooo much fun!