Life is hard. And by life, I mean getting alcohol

Hear: Bridesmaids, Groomsmen, Maid of Honor, Best Man, Bride, Groom

Think: Wedding
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Hear: Wedding Reception

Think: Open Bar
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Well, not quite.

[First of all, in case you care, the wedding was awesome. Everyone was beautiful, my cousin cried while she said her vows, it was so sweet.]

Now. It's hard work living in Hawaii for a week. Not so much the living part, but the trying to get alcohol part. This story isn't a bitter tale of how I didn't get drunk at my cousin's wedding reception. It is a story of woe, but more for those over 21 than under.

The Story of the "Open" Bar:

Well, as I was pointing the guests to the Guestbook, I overheard the guy in charge of the reception emphasizing the OPEN BAR!! ENJOY! Naturally, I spent five to ten minutes finding out whether they carded young'uns, and thinking about what sort of drink I could get without my parents knowing anyway.

Well, after about 30 minutes, an announcement was made: the open bar had run out of alcohol. oops... So you didn't know that 300 people around an open bar might want a LOT of alcohol? No, we figured a beer or two per person. Idiots.

And as soon as they started bringing in more alcohol, they started charging. Yes, the open bar was charging.

Regardless, I wanted a drink.* So, what could I get that would LOOK like soda, possibly CONTAIN soda, and make my parents THINK it was soda? Clearly, a rum and coke. And clearly, it turned out that they were carding. Luckily, I'm an idiot even when I'm sober, so dancing was NOT a problem. Even though none of the guys asked the girls to dance. They must have been intimidated by my 80's dance moves.

*Other than the champagne I got to drink when we were toasting. Mmm!