After a friend invited and then UNinvited me to dinner at his house (in order to preserve the delicate balance of the guy:girl ratio), he told me that he owed me dinner. I settled for a soda. Provo has a weird way of making every possible potential unique business idea happen, if only for a little while–like renting a puppy, different rice pudding flavors with names that are puns, tanning AND laundry, etc. Sodalicious is an easy little drive-thru/walk-up hut that offers tons of soda options and mixes with clever names. We headed there before Game Night.
I got some concoction,I forget what it was called. Your Mom or Just Friends, or What She’s Having…but I do remember I got it extra dirrty. The taste reminded me of freshman year dorm drinking days when we’d mix Malibu with Hansen’s cherry vanilla soda.
When we got home I excused myself to my room and promptly spiked my drink. I mean, it was Game Night–it couldn’t hurt.
Back in the living room I joined the circle and set my drink down.
My friend, who was sitting next to me, picked it up to take a sip and I thought nothing of it. I saw the liquid creeping up the straw and as it touched his lips, I realized!
“Wait! That has a little…”
“You just damned him straight to hell!” someone joked.
We laughed, but was it okay? I didn’t know how to feel! It was worse than when I would see someone’s garments. I had just accidentally given a Mormon alcohol!