Meet the Whiskey Slap... for those nights when you just can't have another shot.
Being a single-twenty-something woman definitely has its ups and downs. In the past couple of weeks, for me at least, they have mostly been ups. I mean, I have the same issues as any other single-and-twenty-something. All my friends are getting married, or having kids. These are both things I want in life (eventually)… but for now, I have to just accept the cards i was dealt.
I am five foot six (well almost, but who is counting?), one hundred and twenty pounds, ash blond hair, and eyes that change depending on their mood (usually green). I have been told my friends that I am their “hot friend”, that I would be super intimidating if i wasn’t so nice. So what do I have to worry about? Eventually Mr.Right will come along, and sweep me off my feet… So they say.
Anyway, on Saturday I went to meet one of my best friends at the pub he works at. He had met the nicest group of guys, who happened to be celebrating a bachelor party, during his shift and he was calling them to see what was happening. The Plan: Join bachelors and have an evening of unmatched epic experiences. So, he calls up the party and asks where they are and can he bring a friend or two. It’s a GO.
This particular party got going at the hotel, and this is where the story begins…
Men have this pesky habit of buying me shots. In this case, the shots came directly from the bottle on the counter. I don’t like whiskey. It just doesn’t sit well with me. Sometimes, these men are kind enough to give me what i like to call a “bitch-shot”, meaning it is both alcohol and some sugary something to make it tasty and delicious. This particular man, who I had never met before this night decided I could take a whiskey shot. No no.
"Have you ever heard of a Whiskey Slap?" I said
"No I have not." McShots responds.
"Well McShots, here is how it works. Since you are the one insisting I take this shot, you just got the honors. First, you are going to take my shot, then you are going to give me the okay… once I have the okay, I am going to slap you.. Hard. Deal?"
McShots was more than happy to oblige. So his friend gets his phone out to get this on camera.
1-2-3-GO. SHOOT. NOD. SLAP!
About ten minutes later, McShots is all “But why did you hit me with your left hand?” I didn’t, I hit with my right hand. We get into a debate about it, apparently his right cheek didn’t hurt enough for him to know it was my right hand.
So jokingly, I say “I bet you 300$ that I hit you with my right hand.” .
We check the camera… Obviously i was right… I haven’t had any shots after all.
McShots pulls 300$ out of his pocket and hands it to me. I tell him he is crazy and I couldn’t possibly accept it. That is completely ridiculous. Eventually he takes it back. The night goes on, we all go out to a club, we are having a blast, the goose is flowing, the music is awesome.
I get home and go to bed. The bet long forgotten. When i wake up and go into my purse, the 300$ is in there! Yes, that’s right. This girl, got paid 300$ for slapping a man in the face. He dropped it into my purse at some point, I suppose, to keep his word?
I don’t know his last name, and his first name is incredibly generic. He lives somewhere in New York… I do not. I got paid 300$ by a man I don’t even know, because I whiskey slapped him.
I wonder how next weekend is going to go?
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