Fireball. It’s not just a Pitbull song. It is also the official drink of the Band Sisters. Well, not all the Band Sisters. And some of them may never drink it again, to hear them tell it.
It all started at my birthday party. I had tried Fireball and thought it was delicious. It tastes just like the candy and doesn’t even have an aftertaste. It is a Horan family staple at all the pomp and circumstance ceremonies, like graduations and weddings. It doesn’t really taste like whiskey, which is what eventually became part of the problem. I had some left in a bottle, and brought it to the party.
A couple of hours into the party, the son of the host, a SUNY Oswego college student, found the bottle and thought some shots were in order. He found some proud SUNY Oswego alumni among the partygoers to participate and we found some shotglasses, We raised a glass to Oswego and to graduating and after a while, any excuse would do.
Let me get something straight. The band wives are all 50 something women who do not party. We are responsible adults who lead full, productive lives without partying like rock stars. But no one would have known it that night. There was one point in the night when one of the band members looked out at the crowd and realized that the wives were drunk. It was a friendly gathering and all the principal parties had designated drivers, so there was not immediate danger. And then there was the incident.