She asked me what I liked to drink,
So “Scotch” I said, promptly;
I’d never really had a drink,
But how hard could it be?
I mean, all my friends drank a lot,
And they were still alive:
I thought, this won’t be too bad
As we walked into this dive
‘Twas near the university
The dorms almost in sight:
The sign up by the door said drinks
Were three-for-one that night
And so I loudly ordered Scotch
And she got Vodka T. —
We got one more and then another
Things went swimmingly
Including, then, the room
As it began to swim around:
I got fixated on her face
I barely heard a sound
I think we made out in the car
I really don’t recall:
I had to act like I was
Quite a pro with alcohol
But think, somehow, she figured out
That it was new to me:
I’m guessing that I told her
‘Bout my drink virginity
I’d said the first thing in my head
I’d wanted to amaze:
But the next day I paid for it
In O
So many
Ways
Tight Corner
Have you ever managed to paint yourself into the proverbial corner because of your words? What did you do while waiting for them “to dry”?
