Ponzi: Mom! You were drunk last night!
Me: I was not!
Ponzi: You were too. . .wasn't she Trigger?
Trigger: Yeah, you were!
Me: Because I danced? I don't have to be drunk to dance! If there was a band right here in the middle of your sister's graduation ceremony, I'd dance in broad daylight. I was not drunk!
Ponzi: Yes you were!
Me: I had a couple glasses of wine, but I was in complete control of my faculties!
Ponzi: I know. . . I'm not saying you were falling down or anything. . .
Me: So what, on earth, would make you thing I was drunk? Was I slurring my words? Was I stumbling? Is there something I'm forgetting? I remember the entire night perfectly clearly!
Ponzi: But you were smiling and laughing. . . and you were having a good time. . .
Ponzi: Well, you're not usually like that. . .
Me: Maybe I was just happy Ponz. . . maybe I was thrilled that my oldest daughter was graduating from the exact University I graduated from 28 years ago. . . .maybe I was remembering what it was like to be young again . . . maybe, just maybe, for once I was truly happy. . .
Ponzi: Oh. . . I never thought of that!