It was a long and frustrating week, so I was really looking forward to our "date" (read: dinner after Jack went to bed) last night. We sat down to eat a yummy dinner of hot wings and french fries (all homemade, mmmmm) and I was ready to enjoy a frosty bottle of beer. We put in the new Futurama movie and began enjoying our meal. It never fails that whenever we eat hot wings, which are rather messy, Jack wakes up screaming five minutes into the meal. For the first time in a long time, though, Jack was as quiet as a mouse while we ate wings. We were headed toward a perfect meal.
But did I mention that I had decided to enjoy some malt vinegar on my fries? And I was stupid and set the bottle next to my beer? I was watching the movie, reached over and grabbed a bottle, and took a big swig.
Yup. I drank the vinegar.
I believe it ranks up there as one of the worst taste experiences of my life--right up there with the time I was brave/stupid enough to sample one of the end-of-the-week mystery casseroles at ResCo at Butler.
What is the lesson learned here? Keep two bottles of beer on the TV tray so the chances of drinking the vinegar decrease by 17%.
Or I guess I could just keep the bottle of vinegar somewhere else.
3 comments:
Only one word can describe my reaction to that .... EWWWWWWWWW!
My reaction was similar...but with a lot more four letter words combined with with the words "son of," "mother," and "monkey."
How much of that beer had you had prior to the drinking of the vinegar?
I'm surprised you didn't just spew it everywhere...shock I suppose?
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