It all started in Las Vegas. As many things do. This particular occasion saw the gathering of a number of fabulous 43Thingers for dinner… including the infamous Snickerdoodle. (Far be it from me to gossip, but boy, is he ever a cheap drunk! By the time Matty and I arrived, he was already passed out on the table.)
Anyhoo, a wonderful evening ensued, with much conversation, laughter, and not just a little partaking of wine. As one does. Upon the conclusion of the gathering, a few of us decided that we’d like to continue the evening for a little longer. Margaritas… yard-long Margaritas with test-tube shots of Tequila entered the equation… dangerous stuff, if ever I saw it. I should point out that my involvement with the Margaritas was minimal, as somebody had to be responsible for escorting Matty home.
At some point, Tiger offered the use of her citrus-flavoured Listerine. I think she was just being friendly. I certainly didn’t take it as any kind of hint at the time. I accepted her generous offer and, assuming the small plastic device contained tiny breath freshening pellets, attempted to discover how to dispense the ‘mints’.
I found the button. Expecting to see a small white pill pop out somewhere, I pressed. What I’d failed to realise was that it was actually a breath spray. Of course, being a little dark in the bar, I was holding the Listerine quite close to my face… and suddenly my eyes felt wet, cold… and decidedly fresh.