Though I wasn’t a drinker, Dad suggested I bring a bottle of wine to Marcia‘s party. He picked up a bottle of port because it was sweet and thought I’d like it.
I did.
A lot.
I am still not sure who cleaned the bathroom, changed my clothes and put me to bed that night.
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LOL
I was just going to write LOL on a comment on your post, and I thought, scandalised, “but Susan won’t use LOLs!” So I didn’t. LOL
Oh, you are a GOOD storyteller.
What they said!
Ha! Can you still drink port?
It took years, but I can have a small glass now and then.