If you’re not one of my personal Facebook friends, I have to fill you in on how the lady sitting next to me on the plane kept dumping little bottles of vodka into her water bottle and squirting it in her mouth.
Does this stuff only happen to me? Because it sort of feels that way. Her husband was a tad classier and choose to drink his alcohol out of the little airplane cups. Fancy pants.
Maybe I don’t drink enough straight Vodka but I cannot wrap my head around the squirt bottle method. At the very least she should put it in one of these awesome cups (with straws) from The Purple Petunia.
And I suggest she personalizes it with her name and address so people know where to deliver her when she passes out.
While she’s at it, she should also consider getting a personalized scarf as well. Better safe than sorry (i.e. drunk on a stoop alone). Not that I know what that is like. KIDDING MOM.