Oh. My. God. I just read your story SG.
You really had me cracking up. What the hell kind of vodka did you buy: Schmirnoff 10W40? Yikes.
When you visit Ohio, Bri and I will get you a better grade of vodka, though you may have to fight me for it because my drink of choice if it's not beer is vodka or rum and diet coke.
But, we've all done crazy things. I was just talking with my ex-husband last night about a time, years ago, when we invited this guy over to our apartment for some post-bar drinking and smoking. This guy is one of those eccentrics (long scraggly beard, scruffy clothes) but really intelligent ( I think he has audited every class here at the college.) Coincidentally, he is my dad's sister's husband's brother (i.e. my uncle's brother.) We were sailing pretty good, but I really didn't know the guy too well at the time. He's harmless but, as I said, scary to see.
The next day my ex found a note in the spare room. I had scrawled:
If we are ded, the last person to see us alive was Henry's brother.
Yep, D-E-D. Yep, I was all cryptic; I couldn't just say "John."
Makes for a great story!
