May as well
Presumably you'd like the full story
Okay, to set the scene - I was 16. The bloke wasn't an actual boyfriend; his girlfriend was a friend of mine but had moved far away.
(He was gorgeous actually, but that doesn't always equate to fancying. does it?). We were mates, in amongst a big group of mates. It was to be his sister's 21st birthday, and a big do was planned, so he asked me. There was to be lunchtime drinks and canapes, then a dinner out in the evening.
I bought a dress, showed him, and he said, oh but for the evening do, I think they're wearing long...
So then I went and found this plain black, sort of pinafore dress, square neck, but long - actually I loved that dress
Lunchtime at their house. 'What would you like to drink?' - I had no idea, but the previous Christmas had tasted a whisky and ginger so asked for that. For the next 3 hours or so, my glass was permanently full, probably more and more whisky and less and less ginger. I was 16 for heavens' sake, it was his parents filling the glasses
I had no idea how to handle drink, except it seemed rude not to drink it
Home was only 1/2 a mile or so down the hill, I have no idea how I got there, but went straight to bed and got up only to throw up. Then at 6.30 had to get up and get ready to go out for dinner
Which I did, it was at a lovely posh hotel, 3 courses - the mother on arrival said, whisky and ginger for you?
Thankfully I declined.
I was like a zombie, I can still picture it exactly, sitting at the table...I remember his mother saying how much she liked that dress, that I had such a lovely figure and such spectacular hair that plain clothes were all I needed
And I know we had boeuf bougignon, although I ate barely a mouthful.
I got home and went to bed, and was ill for about 3 days
Couldn't even bear the smell of whisky for at least 30 years