PEE-WEE
Today’s contributor’s wine antics cost her happiness with boyfriends’ family.
My boyfriend of three years decided that it was time for me to meet his extended family so we planned to do thanksgiving in his hometown. We both went to college in the west coast but he is originally from Virginia. So we took the long flight to Virginia that by the time we got there I was extremely tired. Now the thing with me is, I can never be sober and fly, so let’s just say I had too much wine on the plane.
To this day, I will swear up and down that I wasn’t that drunk but as I relay the turn of events that evening they will prove me wrong. His older brother came to pick us up from the airport and as soon as I sat in the car, my bladder suddenly wanted to explode. I thought to myself, “You can hold this in till we get home”.
All through the forty five minute drive from the airport, I squirmed in my seat, tried flexing my bladder, crossing my legs and tried to sound cool while talking to my boyfriend’s brother. My boyfriend knew something was up so he sent me a text saying, “I told you not to go for the second glass!” He was furious.
By the time we got there, I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I even had little drops of pee coming out in my underwear! My bladder was about to burst like a dam holding Niagara Falls. I dashed out of the car, and sped right through his mother at the front door to the guest bathroom.
Unfortunately I was in so much of a hurry that I neglected to close the door. As I sat on the toilet and let out the loudest non-orgasmic moan ever, his large family crowed around the opened bathroom door peeking in at me. (Ed. Note: creepy to say the least) It was the most embarrassing day of my life, and I still haven’t mastered the courage to hang out with his family again!
