Drunks Are Cute and Classy

Is that a plastic wide-mouthed bottle of Miller Genuine Draft that was free because the drunk Yank sitting behind you dropped it under your seat?

Don't mind if I do!

Ambrosia! I avoided the stuff in college, but since it's in a plastic wide-mouthed party bottle, well?


Official Plastic Wide-Mouthed Bottled Swill of Yankee Stadium.

In the Spirit of Where's Waldo, you'll see that I don't let go of this bottle the entire night.











Here I am harrassing stupid Yankee fans with my MGD in hand.

Was I out numbered? Maybe.

Was I crazy? Maybe.

Was better than everyone else? MGD says YES!








Wait, is that a picture of my Red Sox rally cap, the inside of my nose, the bird, and my handler?

Yes, yes, yes, and yes!


But what else?

That's right! I see me some wide-mouthed bottle action, don't you? Of course you do.





What's this? Let's see, everyone in the park has gone home, but I'll make time for a photo op with some random Yankee fan's Dad.

Who doesn't want their picture taken with a Red Sox ho and her what?

That's right, her trusty bottle of MGD!

Exotic.






And here I am looking at how great the photo came out of me and other people's people!


"How's it look? Awesome. Great, nice picture of me with your Dad, don't you think? Great. I'll never see you or your Dad again. Bye. I'm thirsty."

Way to involve yourself, Anne!

Whoa, I've got a strangle hold on the MGD.

Beautiful form!




Then the plastic bottle and I must have broken up, because it wasn't in bed with me this morning.


The End



Or is it?


*I feel it necessary to mention that I am over the age of 21.