The Lush’s Lushie Niece
The Sunday morning after the wedding, I was able to see my sister before they boarded a party plane to Las Vegas. She brought news.
Lindy, and my god now all of us, think her 10 year old daughter got into the champagne during the reception. At the head table, the children were given fluted glasses with Shirley Temples. We think Miss Ashley drained hers, looked around, found more fluted glasses and drank those. Luckily, there were only a few glasses to find, but still.
No, of course we weren’t watching her every moment. There was drinking and shaking it to do.
Stopping the grinding in the middle of a song to take a non-shaky picture for the people. You cannot see the drink in my hand.
Anne was also dancing, paused for this snapshot, and then resumed her whorish dancing.
Our friends are clearly not drunk here.
Nope, not drunk. We are all definitely watching the children.
It would seem Ashley mimicked her darling Aunties. Proof:
She is drinking water. We think all is well.
And then the dancing began. It was really cute.
We should maybe have seen her flushed face, but you know…we didn’t. Aunt Melissa needed her 5,684th rum and Coke.
At some point, Ashley got really into the dancing. Closed eyes, head back dancing. This is maybe not normal kid behavior. I’m off to the side, wondering who was bringing me the next rum and Coke. Aunties Anne, Christine, Emily, Trish, Kimberly, etc. etc. are all thinking the same thing. Mmmm, rum and Coke. Also, hey! Play “Buttons” again!
Hey guys! Look at Ashley, what is she…?
And then when the slutty Aunties were shaking it UP ON each other (okay, maybe just me), we noticed Ashley flinging her hair around and getting down on the floor, on the floor. I mean, the girl was on the floor twirling her hair in circles in a practice run to her night job when she turns eighteen.
Help us all.
Posted by Melissa on August 30th, 2006 under Accomplices, Spawn
August 30th, 2006 at 10:33 am
Was she sick afterward? ‘Cause if she wasn’t sick afterward, then maybe she was just being young and exuberant.
You remember what that was like, before alcohol, before hormones, when you could run and run and run and dance in the middle of the street for no reason and fly down big hills on bicycles, the bumpier the better, and sing real loud and think you sounded like a rock star, and jump out of trees without breaking anything that couldn’t heal, and you would do it all, too, anytime, just because it was there to be done. You remember. Maybe she was just having a moment like that, one of precious few left her before the doubts and competitions of puberty set in for real.
Or maybe she got into the champagne. Either way, looks like fun.
August 30th, 2006 at 10:40 am
Ah. Ooh. I dunno, man, the flushed face says “champagne” to me …
Hope she felt all right the next morning (for that matter, the rest of you too!)
August 30th, 2006 at 12:06 pm
Hmmm. I don’t know if she got into that or not, I admit that I didn’t watch her.
The red cheeks? Maybe she did. BUT, I did see her dance the entire time and I do mean the ENTIRE time. That kid was seriously on the floor jumping for hours and hours. She could have gotten a nip, but I also think she is ten years old. They have endless amounts of energy AND she was super psyched about dancing and did that the entire night.
Hard to say………..
August 30th, 2006 at 1:25 pm
How’d she feel the next morning? Ah, to be ten again. At least you know either way that she had a good time.
August 30th, 2006 at 3:06 pm
Girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl, Miss Ashley gwine KILL you for that later…
August 30th, 2006 at 4:07 pm
Shake it, hot mama! Looks like you had a blast, I’m glad someone took up the important drinking and dancing for me this weekend. I was once again slacking and stuck being the wonderful Designated Driver. I am jealous, your night looked like waaaaaaay more fun. Glad to hear all went well.
~Sheila~
September 5th, 2006 at 7:40 pm
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