Not my fault

Yesterday we went out for dinner at the wonderful Vietnamese restaurant followed up by drinks at the Brazilian bar. I decided to get a non-alchoholic drink. We ordered our drinks, well, Russ and Rob put the order in, came back down the basement, and we waited about fifteen minutes. The bartenender apparently forgot our order, but still had them written down. When they came, there were four drinks with red straws and one drink with a white straw. We just assumed that the drink without alchohol was the white strawed one. I took a drink of my drink, and I thought it tasted a bit strange. Then we all tried everyone's drink, and everyon agreed that mine tasted like kool-aid and was way too sweet, and everyone loved Andrea's drink. After a while, I started to feel a bit light-headed, and I just thought it was a mental thing, since everyone else was drinking alchohol. A few minutes later I looked at what my drink had it in again, since I was still unsure if we had gotten the order correct. My drink was supposed to have milk in it, and Andrea's was not, but her drink was creamy and the drink in front of me was not.

Andrea orded a Mai Thai, which has quite a bit of alchohol in it, so it made sense that it had an effect on me, because Andrea also felt it after she started drinking it. Really, I was trying to be good!