CLAM CHOWDER ANYONE.............

A couple weeks back I went to a friend’s house for dinner. She made clam Chowder. We are all drinking, eating, conversing, playing games, and having a good time. Aleta, as usual, begins her binge drinking right after walking in the door by downing multiple glasses of Vodka in a short period of time. (You see…Aleta will tend to get wasted when the rest of the group has just begun to enjoy a buzz.) All of a sudden….Aleta is drunk again.
“Time to go hoomme.” Aleta says. Thank goodness Ian, Aleta’s husband, stays sober since I rode in the same vehicle as them. We gather the children and head to the van. Ian and I are waiting for Aleta while smoking a cigarette. Out from around the corner comes Aleta with a full glass of Vodka in her left hand and a 2 quart tub of Clam chowder tucked securely under her Right arm. She is happy as can be strutting along on the ice that is covering the pavement.
Then it happens. The moment that is completely and utterly priceless. This moment that has kept me chuckling for weeks. Aleta’s feet come out from under her. She tumbles face down on the ice. Aleta lifts her head in a daze. She has managed to keep grip of her glass and the tub of Clam Chowder. However her glass is now empty and the lid of the tub had popped off and 1/3 of the chowder is missing.
Wait here comes another priceless moment ….The visual of Aleta once she emerges from the ground is hysterical. With the help of her husband, Aleta manages to get up off the ground while still clenching the tub of Clam Chowder. She now has clam Chowder dripping off the top of her head and it is completely covering the front side of her body. I’m surprised I didn’t pee my pants at this point. Aleta gathers herself and without a beat starts asking, “What happened.”
Needless to say, we will refer to Aleta as CHOWDER HEAD for all further correspondence.