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I’m a Tad Mortified, but Also, YOLO
How to apologize when all you did was get hammered
One night I was washing dishes and a friend wrote us. Their friends were visiting, they were hanging out outside, there was a hot tub.
We really like this friend. She is new enough to be exciting, seasoned enough to be trusted. “We should go,” I said.
T was afraid of the hot tub situation. “COVID,” he said. “Remember COVID?”
It will be fine, I said. I think it’s a really big hot tub. I had no idea how big the hot tub was. I just wanted to get out of the house and see our friend because we don’t have that many of them especially that like both of us.
We should have suspected something when the address our friend gave us had a lot of wrong numbers in it. We drove in circles, looking for a place that didn’t exist, and then, finally, saw our friend standing at the end of a driveway, wet in a bikini, waving frantically and jumping up and down with childish excitement.
“I think she is really hammered.” T agreed that this seemed to be the case. I’d had drinks with her many times and I don’t think I’d ever even seen her have two drinks, much less 8.
After we parked she started hugging us. “You can’t hug us,” I said as gently as possible.
