Probably not one of the best nights of my sixteenth year. My oldest sister, S, was twenty-five, divorced and always up for fun as she tested the waters of freedom. Even with her two younger sisters.
From our point of view? She was thin, pretty, had a car and was old enough to buy beer and liquor. At fifteen years old? That is sometimes the definition of a good time.
For the life of me, i can’t remember how it came to pass, but S hosted a sleep-over at her “swinging single gal” apartment. Me, sister, T, two neighborhood friends, TB & JB, and the token man-boy, J. He was my gorgeous best friend, and first love. Unrequited, of course.
It was just a Saturday night, with pizza, junk food and music. And booze. First beer, then we started raiding S’s liquor shelf for the grocery store vodka.
Oh, wait. Almost forgot… my niece, DQ, was there. She was five years old. We kinda almost forgot that night, too, because she was pretty quiet, and went to bed by 11:00 pm or so… before we got really drunk and stupid.
Memories of the evening are a bit fuzzy, but the one i really haven’t been able to shake – despite a few decades of effort – is that somewhere during the evening, i saw my 25 year old sister making out with my 15 year old best friend*. That was as far as it went, but i remember thinking “C’mon, S… you’ve got enough men chasing you!”
Needless to say, the next morning was grim. We were all passed out on couches, chairs and sprawled on the floor. Slowly there was human movement within the apartment as we scratched our bits, held our heads and said “what the fuck?” while shaking off the stupor…
Young DQ was up early, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and headed to the kitchen to forage for breakfast. Her small voice from around the corner – “Mommy, this kool-aid tastes rotten”. S got to the kitchen in short order, and retrieved the “vodka kool-aid cocktail” from her child’s hand, replacing it with milk.
Trailer parks are full of rotten kool-aid, kid. Never forget it…