Surprisingly, I have never been dumb enough to imbibe while on duty in charge of Short Bus - I know that if I had one drop I'd wake up and the two of us would be in Nick Nolte's basement somehow. I have, I'm sure, been at a kiddie get-together where a parent has had a glass of wine over the course of an afternoon with other mommies. I assume so, anyway.
But loading up on TEN VODKA DRINKS and pot on a SUNDAY MORNING before getting in a car to drive a bunch of kids home? Really? That's pretty unbelievable. That sounds like a suicide/homicide mission. Good lord. There's "decompressing after the kids have driven you crazy all day" and then there's "being the worst person in the world."
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