Found myself a wee bit tipsy at the kitchen table after falling a wee bit behind during a festive holiday card game. To put it plainly, I'm a bit of a cheat. After having wagered too many sips of cheap wine and still miserably behind, I issued a new challenge to the game. If a player couldn't say what needed to be said in Spanish, THEY had to take MY sips. Clearly, I donned the drunken uncle costume because the 9 or so of them at the table humored me for a good solid hour. Being the only one at the table who could speak Spanish, but ridden with guilt over the jibberish my tipsy self was spewing, I found myself taking back the sips I doled out and very finely snookered by the end of the night. So, formerly crowned tia galleta, I am now playfully known as tio borracho.