Peer Pressure at 28

Its funny how peer pressure never ends. Its start is middle school and never really stops. I never crumbled under the drug, sex and party pressures of high school, so why would I start at age 28?

Here is the situation. My husband, my father-in-law and myself were at a local moose club for a fundrasier sock-hop that a co-worker of mine was performing in on Saturday. Also, other close co-workers went with thier loved ones/friends in support of this fun event. While my group was there first to secure the seats we ordered our first round of beverages. Myself and my father-in-law got a soda and my husband got a beer. The second round I tried a Madori Sour, my husband got a beer and my father-in-law got another soda. I didn't really like how the bartender made my fancy drink so my mind was made up to have a soda in the next round.

On of the extra friends that tagged along is known to be outragious and likes to knock back a few drinks which causes her to get obnoxious, I mean friendly. She was buying her group drinks and having a great time.

As she walked by me on her way to the bar she asked if I wanted anything to drink. I said sure, how about a Sprite. She said no, what do you want. I then repeated, a Sprite. Then she tried to pull my hand so I stand up to walk with her to the bar and I said no, I just want a Sprite and if its going to be like this, I don't want anything (as I remained seated). Then she turns around and comes within inches if my face and asked me if I was the designated driver. I said no, I just want a soda. I repeated this again. She gave me the look of death.

All this because I just wantd a soda. She did get me the soda, and I said Thank You in my nicest tone, but I thought the peer pressure nonsence was over when I graduated from high school.

Oh, by the way, the sock-hop was fun. It was great to listen to the oldies and actually know some of the songs.