Shame

Last night I met up with a couple of women friends to chat about a recent trip we took to San Diego; to share our pictures and have a few (too many) cocktails. Another friend joined us who couldn't actually go to San Diego with us, but the four of us went to New Orleans together last year, so we had to act out some of the highlights of the fun she missed.

For instance there was the trolley adventure to Old Town, where we were communing with a crazy lady with a stroller full of garbage and a hanger on her head (no kidding) and a young mentally challenged fella who would shove a tupperware container full of Almond Joys at you every time you looked in his direction (for your shopping pleasure). Lord knows we needed a cocktail after that.

And there was the Padres - Mariners baseball ball game, awesome, after which we went to a restaurant called Dick's. It's the place where the servers are mean to the customers. That was something. Such hijinx and hilarity. We definitely needed a drink after that.

It pretty much turned out that we needed a drink after everywhere we went. And always ready with a cold beer or a Boston Beach Something or Other was our good buddy William, the hotel bartender. William was so fine. William was our hero. William will live forever in my heart, so special was our brief time together in the land of perpetual sunshine and 75 degree weather. Though I'm not entirely sure William knows it.

So as we're rehashing our trip and telling our stories, one of the women (who is now my ex-friend) says, "Oh yeah, and remember how you drank the ice bucket in the morning, Liz?"

For the record, I clearly remember stating at the time, "I'm so thirsty I could literally DIE. Would it be a sin if I drank the ice water that's left in the ice bucket?"

"Oh go ahead," they said. "There's totally nothing wrong with that. Why we hardly had our hands in the ice bucket last night....go ahead and drink it."

I poured the water (which still had cubes!) into a glass and I drank the ice bucket. And water never tasted so good in my whole life.

And then I clearly remember saying, "Now what happens in San Diego, stays in San Diego, right?"

Wrong!