Worlds Greatest Bluff

So, after a week of being productive, Shannon and I thought we'd take a Friday night and relax. I tricked her into playing cards (she didn't think I had the cards and chips upstairs already).

Now, no good poker playing session is complete without some drinking. So, we dusted off my bottle of Jack Daniels (my 21st birthday present from OutJet) and some Coca-Cola for me and cracked open a new bottle of Kahlua for Shannon.

Normally liquor goes through me in no time flat so after about half a 16oz tumbler of Jack, Coke & OJ (It's good, I swear) I realized I wasn't all that buzzed. So, I decided to take a shot. As I lifted it up I realized I couldn't smell it, but whatever my noise is all clogged up anyway.

The first of it hit the back of my throat, no taste. I hesitated to make sure the rest of it stayed in mouth for further analysis. After one swish I realized this was no regular Jack, it was iced tea. The bottom quarter of my 1.5L bottle was all unsweetened iced tea.

Shannon and I have a good laugh at someone's well played practical joke upon us. But I'm all hyped up for doing shots. So I get out the bottle of Smirnoff. Open it up, take a whiff, nothing. Shannon takes a whiff, then a swig, water. Half a bottle of Smirnoff, all good ol' water.


Whomever it was managed to not only to hijack my whiskey but also my vodka within the past three weeks as Shannon and I had Jacks & Cokes the week before the move. This left only two suspects, Mr. & Mrs. Rafferty, both of whom would think this sort of thing would be hilarious and knew time would be on their side.

So well played, Jack and Denise, well played indeed. But I'll be sending you an invoice for their replacements.