So sometimes, and I can’t quite explain how, but two awesomes don’t always make a right. Sometimes we act our age and sometimes that can sucks for others. In this case, Ben.
The apology goes to Ben because he voiced his concerns and his preference for us not to drink, yet in my argument that technically our bodies were of age and that we’d do it responsibly, I managed to convince him otherwise. Jaime and I agreed to one drink each and Ben kindly fetched the bottle of Limoncello.
But we suck because we didn’t stop at one drink. Jaime, a more experienced drinker than I, drank his Limoncello and Sprite down like it was just the latter, while I sipped and found creative ways of adding fruit and juice to make it more palatable.
Jaime added some fruit and juice, too, and was quickly ready for another. And another. I tried to catch up, but Ben halted the race and I only was able to make a half drink more. We could’ve made a night of it, I think, but Ben swiftly grabbed the bottle and put it away.
Alcohol can be dangerous when combined with diabetes and/or medication, so Ben had a right to be concerned. But we were focused on fun and not much else. Sorry, Ben. We’ll keep our word next time. This “guilt thing” sucks.