Drinkin, Drinkin, whats you drinkin?

It was Sean’s birthday yesterday, Friday and also happened to be the day Amanda’s boyfriend broke up with her. Everyone went to work and when Nastia got home, she started to make tacos, one of Sean’s favorite meals. She asked her sister to pick up Uncle Ben’s rice in packets because the three of them like to add rice to their flour shell and make them more like burritos. Sometime after dinner Amanda calls up and asks if the girls could go out with her for drinks. Amanda came by in a taxi. Sean said it was okay for her to go out drinking with Amanda. They walked down the street to wait for the taxi. Amanda picks up a pint of Smirnoff’s Vodka. They each take several shots from the bottle. Elena and vodka, or at least Smirnoff’s vodka didn’t agree with each other and she refunded a large portion of it into the street.

Now Elena has work the next day, so I guess it was a good idea she returned the vodka to the wild. For those who don’t get sudility, she threw up in the street. Down in Nyack, they head to Olive’s Bar. Back in another lifetime the original Olive took me to court because she said I did something or other to her when I lost my temper when she didn’t pay her bill or something like that. The Police and court got involved and the one thing I do remember is I didn’t touch her. I just got mad and stormed out. Long story short I promised to stay away from her and I also agreed I wouldn’t try to collect the money she owed me. A big guy like me against a woman in 1980’s Nyack. I knew when to leave well enough alone. I hope she got the life she deserved. Take that any way you want. So they exit the taxis at Olive’s. There is very loud music in the bar. Amanda is buying shots of vodka, calling the girls pussies if they don’t drink the vodka. They talk, Amanda tells them her trials and tribulations about her now ex-boyfriend and what type of guy she likes.

Around 1AM, I’m sitting in the family room watching ‘The Lord of the Rings, The Power of the Rings’ season 2, episode 7. I want them home, but I won’t call them. I told them no matter what time it is they can call me and I will come get them. Sean told them the same. I go to bed after I fall asleep, about 1:15. The dogs hear them come in about 1:30 or so. Nastia goes straight to her room, Elena says ‘hi’ as she passes by. Everything quiets down. A few moments later Teri and I hear a groaning growling, Ahh, ahhhh. It’s a low down, not quite a moan. It is very low in the register, like a singer warming up his deep bass or maybe trying to clear his throat. I sit up to listen, it’s stopped. Teri asks me if there is something wrong with the dog. I lean down and tell her they are fine. It starts again. It’s not in our room, it’s next door. It’s Nastia. She has decided to refund some of her fun this night, but she has neglected to worship at the altar of the porcelain god, you might know it better as the toilet. Teri, the high priestess does not approve. She starts to sermonize about not having anyone show this lack of class and disrespect. I smile having been there and done that and tell her Nastia might be learning a lesson tonight. If not, maybe next time she will learn it. If one is going to drink, and to paraphrase Dirty Harry Callahan from Magnum Force, a film he did in the 70’s, “A man (or in this respect a woman) has got to know his (her) limitations.” Hopefully, she will learn her limit soon. Elena, after spraying the pavement with cheap vodka earlier in the evening, came home fine, woke up at 7:30 and went to work.

It turns out Nastia also decided not to take all of her alcohol home, deposited it in the street out front of Olive’s, A special gift to Olive, forty years late, thanks Nastia. So when she got home at 1:30 she was dry heaving, and yes, been there, done that. So all I could do as I listened to her and told Teri to leave it alone was to smile, glad some wisdom has come with age. Though if you ask Teri about Vegas and ruining the last day there she might have another opinion.