I'm 48 years old and I have always been extremely proud of the fact that I have never tasted alcohol -- of any kind. No wine, no wine coolers, no champagne, no beer - nothing!I will admit to thinking I was a saint in that fashion and liked to sit up on my high horse and purse my lips and "tsk tsk." Yeah, I did that.My daughter's in-laws hosted the rehearsal dinner at the Church Brew Works on Thursday evening. The waitress came around to our table and asked us for our drink orders. It was extremely noisy and I asked for "a ginger ale or 7Up." I don't know why I got all fancy and ordered this - I always order Pepsi or Coke. I guess I wanted to be classy or something. ;)The waitress said, "We have Seagram's, is that ok?" I shrugged and said, "Sure, that's fine" as I wondered to myself, 'Isn't ginger ale just ginger ale."She brought our drinks to us and I grabbed the glass and just started slurping on that straw like there was no tomorrow. I was extremely thirsty - so I kept drinking and drinking and drinking. After the 3 hit on the straw, my throat started to burn and I had this horrible taste in my mouth.I was sitting beside the Pastor's wife and she noticed my scrunched up face and said, "What's wrong, is your ginger ale bitter?" I took another drink and said, "This is horrible ginger ale."She said, "Maybe they make their own, let me try it." I passed the drink over to her - she takes a swig and makes the same face. My husband is sitting across from me and said, "I think you have an alcoholic drink." He takes the glass, takes a drink and says, "You are drinking...... whiskey!"I started to get tears in my eyes. I was stunned, shocked and sad all at once. My son-in-law was sitting right beside me, my son across from him and my daughter beside him. They have these horrified expressions on their faces. I think they were waiting for me to go ballistic. My SIL then said, "This is the best and happiest day of my life." Through my mist of tears, I reached over and patted his arm and asked, "Why? Because you are marrying my daughter tomorrow?""No," he roared. "I just got to watch you drink whiskey! You can never, ever again say, 'I'm 48 and I've never tasted alcohol.' You drank whiskey!"I had two options: I could pitch a unholy fit and make a scene or I could find humor in the situation like my SIL did.I chose laughter. I bent over double and howled. My kids howled with me. The Pastor and his wife lost it. The bridesmaids were next. The groomsmen and my daughter's in-laws were at another table and soon chimed in with peals of merriment.My son said, "I'm telling Grandma!" I sent the drink back with the apologetic server and she returned with a ginger ale.Hours later, as we prepared to leave, one of the bridesmaids asked if she could leave her gown with me to take to the Chapel. I jokingly said, "No way." She replied, "I don't know what happened to you. You used to be so sweet, now you're nothing but a mean drunk."By the time the reception began, I think 85% of the people knew the story. Everyone wanted to buy me a 7 on 7. I've learned my lesson - next time I will keep my holier-than-thou comments and thoughts to myself. Oh - and I'm still sticking with Pepsi, btw.