Last night I got the monkey's 1st grade teacher DUH-RUNK!
Another parent and I went to a silent auction for the school. The theme was sixties, maybe 70 people showed up, and it was pretty boring. We decided to partake in the bar. All of the sudden we see the monkey's teacher (who teaches her daughter too). We decided to make things more interesting and do some shots. We asked her teacher to partake. She was game.
She had no idea that you could do Vodka shots. As a person of Russian origin, we don't sip Vodka. Sipping vodka is nasty. We shoot it - and not tiny American shots. But big ole Russian shots (about an American double shot at least). Over the evening, we did 3 double shots. We ended up having a great time with the teacher.
One thing - I swear like a sailor when I drink - oops! I normally won't swear much, and not at all in front of the kids, but fuck, when I drink, I like to drop "f" bombs.
Hopefully she won't remember that on Monday.
I was telling this story to my friends when one said "teachers are people too". I should have know better, especially after reading Vodka Mom, but for some reason I feel like I corrupted her.
I still remember hearing her say, "I can drink, but you got me wasted" over and over again!
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