I’m not sure if this story proves or disproves the stereotype that preacher’s daughters are wild sexual creatures, but it sure is a good one. Either way I’m just telling it like it happened. I’ll let you be the one to decide if either I’m the stereotypical bad girl preacher’s daughter who led my sister astray, or if she too is a stereotypical bad girl preacher’s daughter. One thing is certain, when we are both single and she was not an unwed mother and we went out on the town, together, we were the true definition of trouble.
I had to break this story down into three parts because it was just too long for one post and I didn’t want to have to sacrifice any of the details.
I just got back from visiting my little sister who lives about three hours upstate from me. She recently found a trailer to rent that is close to her friend Horse Whisperer’s place. Horse Whisperer has been my sister’s partner in crime for several years now. They both got pregnant at about the same time, both by men that are no longer around, and both are true cowgirls. They love their horses, their kids, and their men, but the men don’t usually stick around as long as the first two.
I started hanging out with my sister and HW the summer after I left my ex-husband in 2008. My sister was living with HW for a little while after her boyfriend of seven years just decided to walk out on her one day. So in a show of support I started coming up to visit. At that time they were both single and free and just wanting to have some fun. I was the perfect person to help them get into some good old-fashioned trouble. We talked about everything from men and sex to just catching up on the latest gossip.
We had a few adventures that summer, but the one that we all remember best was the night that we went to Jackson for a ZZ Top concert. We never made it to the concert because it was supposed to rain and they didn’t want to be out in the rain. Instead we went to a big nightclub that was having and 80’s tribute band playing that night. When we arrived it was almost empty and being the party-starter that I am, I bought us a round of tequila shots. It was hilarious trying to teach my little sister how to do a shot of tequila: lick hand, salt hand, lick salt, shoot, suck lime. Of course I’m hardcore and I just skip the salt and go straight for the tequila. She’s a blond. Maybe I forgot to mention that. I pick on her about it, probably too much.
After we all did our shots we went and sat down on a bench that was to the side of the stage, but it was a good tactical position because we would be able to have a good view of all the guys and the band. Plus we could stand on top of it if needed. Yes, it’s dangerous to attempt when drunk, but so much fun. My sister’s shot immediately kicked in and she started giggling incessantly, we couldn’t say a word without her laughing. I decided she needed water ASAP. We practically force-fed her a bottle of water to try to sober her up a little. It worked temporarily.
We all ended up getting so drunk that at one point they were sending me to get drinks and when I’d get back with drinks in hand there would be a guy or two or three standing there with more drinks for us. I finally just gave up and let the guys bring us our drinks. I remember talking to a few guys that night, but I wasn’t really interested in any of them. Most of the guys there were probably at least ten years younger than me, and I just wasn’t ready to be a cougar at that point. I’ve not had many good experiences with guys younger than myself.
So I kind of just hung out on the bench, dancing a little, but mostly standing on it to keep an eye on my sister and HW. The more I drank, the more I danced. I watched as my sister danced with random guys, some very cute ones too. This was the first time that I had ever really seen her drunk. I don’t think she ever quite recovered from that first shot of tequila. I almost felt guilty for being such a bad influence, but everyone, even preacher’s daughters, need to let off some steam occasionally. I do remember seeing her dancing and then kissing a very young-looking thin guy wearing jeans and a baseball cap. He almost had feminine features, but then again, he just looked really young and cute. You’ll hear more about him later.
At some point during the concert, while all three of us were on the bench dancing and drinking, three other young girls came over and tried to take over our bench. That was a BAD idea. We refused to even budge and kept our places as the queens of the party. Two of the girls got a little pushy and rude about it, but they finally gave up and moved on. The third girl decided that her friends were just bitches and told my sister that we were “so cool!” My sister invited her to join our little party and we showed her how to really have a good time. Her little friends had to watch from down on the crowded dance floor. Poor things, they just didn’t have a clue about how to properly crash a group party and then be invited to join in.
We stayed until time for the bar to close. The lights came on and the band said goodnight. They announced, “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” Cheesy, yes, but effective. We should have gone straight home, but that’s just not how we roll.
To be continued…