Vodka and Girls

 Vodka and Girls

Noel Laflin

12-31-17

I bought my under-aged sister and her two friends a bottle of vodka one New Year’s Eve, and later had to help carry one of the girls to the car.

 

My folks greeted us at the front door as we were leaving – they were just coming home from a late movie.  We hastily propped the intoxicated one up against the door frame.

“Who’s driving?” my father asked.

 

As I had anticipated trouble on the part of the girls, I had stuck to coffee all night while playing pool in the garage with my friends.

“That would be me, dad,” I proudly proclaimed.

 

“Whose booze did they drink,” he inquired.

“Theirs,” I confessed.

“OK, then,” he surmised.  “Happy New Year, kids.”