Trying to meet Callie after a night of drinking was a terrible idea. So was not going to the bathroom before I left the bar. I waited for an eternity for the train and treated the only other person in the station to a pee pee dance. I got off the train, but still had … More Penalties Stemming from the Ronrico Act
“Let’s go for a drink.” My Dad was daring me. I had told him about my underage adventures with Peter during dinner, and it rattled him a bit. He wanted to demonstrate, on his watch, how easy it is to get drunk and teach me a lesson. Down the street on Connecticut Avenue were two … More Ronrico’s Alcohol Sting Backfires
I never spent a ton of one-on-one with my Dad growing up, so I was nervous about his visit. I shouldn’t have been. When it comes to my father, I didn’t fall far from the tree. Our behavior swings between the proper and the uninhibited; a strange mix of prudishness and bacchanalia. We dressed up … More Ronrico Suave
I was going to need help. Peter was out of town again, and I didn’t feel like collaborating with (or even seeing) Putty. Luckily Michelle was around to help me come up with a lie so my Dad wouldn’t recognize a third-degree love burn on my chin. He arrived early afternoon and was mortified that … More Ronrico
I woke up the morning after my one-nighter with Putty with the world’s worst chin burn. In the throes of drunken passion, Putty’s 11-pm shadow ripped up my face. The pin-thin deep red lines were raw and sticky with (hopefully, only) pus. Until chin burn, I thought hickeys were the only Scarlet Letter that signaled … More Bitten & Burned by Love
A couple weeks later someone organized an all-class outing to Georgetown. Per usual, drinks, yadda yadda, dancing, yadda yadda, flirting with Putty, yadda yadda. But this night was different. He seemed into me. When the possibility of hooking up is in the air somehow the conversation always turns to how boring the night had become … More Putty In My Hands
While I was able to shower the stink of the day away, the stigma of being a Putty-lover amongst Putty-haters never washed off. I wanted to show Callie how hot Putty was, so I invited him to meet up with us in Foggy Bottom. We walked in, and in a private nook to our right, … More Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?