I met Chris and Ellen at one of my wife’s company Christmas parties. My wife worked with Ellen, and Chris was her partner. In some ways they were stereotypical lesbians. They owned a Subaru, had a golden retriever named Bran, and adopted an odd way of spelling their names (Khris and Elin). They were both smokers (my wife and I both smoked at the time), loved to cook, loved to eat, and loved booze.
The first time we invited them over I asked them what they wanted to drink, and Ellen said, “I’ll have a SoCo.”
“Southern Comfort and Coke.”
She was six SoCo’s deep by the time dinner hit the table.
During the meal we polished off a couple bottles of wine, and after dinner my wife made coffee while I put out the liqueurs: Grand Mariner and Kahlua, along with some other stuff. When Chris and Ellen saw the Tuaca they both said, “What’s that?” I poured them each a shot, and they absolutely loved the stuff.
Every time we got together after that, whether it was at their house or ours, as soon as dinner was finished, out came a bottle of Tuaca, and by the end of the evening it was usually empty. This went on for years.
Bran got old and died, and they decided to have a baby. They quit smoking, quit drinking, bought some sperm, and Chris got the turkey baster. After the baby was born they started hanging out with other couples who also had babies. It wasn’t a surprise. Throughout the years we’ve had many friends drift away once they’ve had children.
I’ve no idea what happened to Chris and Ellen, but I hope they’re happy and doing well.