Tempest In A Pint Glass

I get offered alcohol quite a bit these days. [Hey, come on, it's the holidays!]

If you can’t already tell, I enjoy a bit of the birra, rather than the vino.

As a well brought up, courteous, and civilized human being—I drink it from the bottle.

As in Swig It.

From the Top.

Without disinfecting the Rim.

Often, the Swigging starts a split second before the Glass is offered by the Host. This may lead to an uncomfortable Gurgle as I struggle to extract the bottle from my Lips and say, “No thanks.”

At this point, am I beyond accepting the Glass? Or do I take it and salvage whatever Dignity was lost in that Etiquette Disaster? I mean, I don’t want no Dollars deducted from my Presents-to-Be for that Accidental Boo-Boo.

The holidays call for a Tactical Plan To Save The Value Of Dot’s Presents.

You heard it here, you heard it first: Where there is Froth, Let there be Glass. Amen.