LOL! I know, right? It was what the liquor store recommended since you can’t smell it! It was the middle of summer, 110 temps during the day, not cooling off much at night, sweating constantly so we stocked up on Gatorade. I mean we chugged that stuff. That and lemon aid. Chug chug, all day long. Which leads me into a funny story.
We got our pint of vodka and I drank most of a larger size bottle of blue Gatorade, leaving just enough to color the the vodka when I poured it in to use as a mixer. We didn’t want to be obviously mixing drinks in front of everyone.
It was getting dark. Rick had spent the last 30 minutes talking to a potential customer, the last of the day. He finished and came back to our tent, sweating. He plopped in the camp chair, tossed open the cooler and grabbed the mixer and just started chugging. “How rude!” I thought and looked away in disgust.
I looked back literally 5 seconds later and burst out laughing. The bottle was completely empty and Rick was frozen, like a statue, eyes wide as saucers, holding that bottle a couple of inches from his mouth where it had been when it hit him!
I squeaked, “There was a pint of vodka in that, Rick!”
“No. Shit.” he gasped, in a choked voice, stunned “A five alarm fire just ran down my throat. I think I’m dying. Maybe.”
OMG I never laughed so hard! He didn’t realize he’d grabbed the mixer, and not simple Gatorade! Fortunately he holds his liquor well, so if you didn’t know him you couldn’t tell he was completely shit faced in under 3 minutes! Plus he didn’t try to stand up for a long time. He just got so funny!
We had gotten into an argument over something the day before, at the Fair. Tempers can run short in that kind of heat. He’d really pissed me off. He brought that up and I said, “It wasn’t funny!”
He said, “Ggg..id izz now!!” and he snapped off the “now” like a dog snapping at a bone and just laughed and laughed! I did too.
“Tode ya it wuzzz funny now!” and tossed his head.
“Just shut up!” I said, laughing. “It was not!”
“Yip wuz!”
After a couple of hours he was able to stand and walk to the car. I drove home since I was stone cold sober, but not by choice. Pig.