My grandparents are puritanical teetotalers.
And they think everyone else should be too.
Wine with Thanksgiving dinner? No thank you. I'm thankful for the fact that I don't NEED alcohol to enjoy a nice meal.
Wine on Christmas Eve? Blasphemy!
A little champagne on New Year's Eve? Certainly not!
You get the picture.
My dad and I, on the other hand, like to tip a glass every now and then. Grown-ass adults are allowed to do that, you know.
I made the mistake of drinking a beer in front of Grandma and Grandpa once and they confronted Mom and Dad about my "problem." During this discussion, they let my dad know how disappointed they were that he taught me how to drink. (It couldn't have been any one of the thousands of kids I went to college with. Noooooo!)
So that's been the running joke over the years whenever Dad and I have a beer together. Here's to the day you taught me how to drink, Dad!
This year, as I was writing a Christmas card to my folks (I found one with a candy-cane martini on the front), I wrote the following inside:
Merry Christmas! Boy do I have a Christmas gift for you, Dad. I unearthed an old memory this year. On Grandma's and Grandpa's 40th anniversary, you served them pink champagne. Grandma told me that it "tasted like soda pop" and she might have even given me a sip.
In other words...
GRANDMA TAUGHT ME HOW TO DRINK!!!
Methinks the holidays will be joyous!
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