Vodka and Black Bowties

Location

3809 Whittier Street Tampa, Florida 33619
United States
32° 26' 46.6368" N, 99° 46' 4.2996" W

I stood bewildered and amazed at my surroundings, as the posh environment wrapped and draped before my eyes. There was a sense of nostalgia that resonated through my physical body and my spiritual intellect. My mental being was definitely in a drunken state as I sipped wickedly on my drink. I had my glass in hand, a fake smile plastered onto my face, and my black bow tie hanging crookedly from the neck of my white polyester button-up. The sound of smooth jazz, and big band and swing sounded so melodically perfect to my ears as I slurred my words when asking the bartender to hand me another round of Gin. Everyone around me was in such a gleeful mood, while I sat on the bar stool staring at my glass as if…as if the whiskey would whisk me into a parallel universe where I was happy again. I loved every taste of liquor that singed my raw lips, swished around in my stomach, and burned my throat. The more I drank, the more my black bow tie and red pinched rose disgusted me; I slouched in my seat as the taste of Crown Royal and red bull burned my liver. I figured I shouldn’t be a party crasher so I stumbled clumsily onto the dance floor as the smell of Newport cigarettes crept into my nostrils. The swirling colors of everyone’s bow ties and roses grew more and more sickening to me with each gulp of grey goose. I eventually shoved past a crowd of gorgeous women just to trade in my bottle of Grey Goose for a shot of Chardonnay. One shot turned into three and next thing you know I’m drowning my pity out in a river of Tequila. At that point all I could notice is how ghastly everyone’s smiles were; I shuddered and yelled for two Martinis hoping that eventually this lavish nightmare would end. I stood up and splattered champagne on everyone’s pearl white dresses, and black bowties finally attracting everyone’s attention…I made a toast to the girl I loved and her newlywed husband as she looked at me with the most disgusted and bitter look I had ever seen. I congratulated her new husband sarcastically for stealing away my happiness, and with one last sip of my drink I crashed to floor as my bowtie fell from my collar. I never had the chance to sober up and tell her I loved her one last time as her wedding gift but now…all that remained from her wedding reception that night was my vodka stained black bowtie. 

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