Driving Around Drinkadoo

The roar of the De Soto’s engine covered up the sound of snickering from Walter and Jonah as they foolishly thought Drinkadoo a silly name. It was named this because it was the very activity that all of the inhabitants did. Constantly. The car turned off the small dirt road that led to the platform and got onto the highway. Speeding by other cars, it soon became apparent to everyone that the occupants were all quite drunk. Swerving this way and that to dodge cars in the wrong lane or driving too slowly, Gerry noticed what appeared to be a wreck between two vehicles. The occupants were both laughing hysterically as their cars, apparently upon impact, had turned into a mass of gelatinous metal and prevented any harm. Strangest of all was that they were dressed just as Ole Grandpa was in 50’s regalia. “Our first stop is the Vodka factory! Here is where every drop of Ole Grandpa’s Vodka is made and sent up to the surface for packaging.” Ole Grandpa said as the car roared into the parking lot of a very tall building. Cars were parked all over the place, with no adherence to the lines or other vehicles blocking the way. Placing the De Soto half on the curb and half in the lot, Ole Grandpa ordered everyone out and they began to proceed inside. “Hey, boss. HEY! Can you uh, please, just er, put my car back up? I left my, my thinger.” Said a voice behind them. All turned to see a completely wasted middle aged man, vodka bottle in hand, pointing at a gelatinous mass that had once been a Chevrolet but was now rammed into a lamp post. Now both were piles of metallic goo. “Certainly, Charles.” Ole Grandpa said and walked over to the mass. The drunk man staggered up to the contestants and sized them up with his bleary eyes. “You wanna go?” He asked Jonah, who only sneered in disgust. “Fine, FINE! You go to your little contest. You do whatever. You…you’re already the loser now baby.” Charles walked away laughing at this over to his reformed car. Ole Grandpa had tapped some sort of electric rod to the pile and reformed both lamp post and vehicle. As the group resumed their march inside, Charles revved up the car and promptly backed into another car. They could still hear him swearing after the doors to the Vodka Factory closed behind them.