What is in a nickname?

Recently, I was home for a whole week for the holidays. Keeping with tradition of Sunday Funday, I went to my father's to watch football. Also staying within the usual routine, I began my imbibing. I broke from my usual beverage of choice (bloody mary or Stella) and decided on a red wine for it was a blizzard outside and anything with ice or cold just didn't quite have an appeal. I cradled my delicious glass of vino while rooting for our team. Once our team had won, we decided to get to work on dinner. I am not a culinary woman or one who even really cooks but ever since I was little, I always enjoyed being in the kitchen with my dad making dinner or pies. My father, who is a great cook, chose to make a stir fry. Since it was a chicken stir fry and I was 'warmed up' from my previous glasses of red, I progressed onto white wine to compliment the meal. Once dinner was over I moved along to brewskis (Sam Adams to be exact) to pair with more football watching. Throughout the day, each time I got up from the couch because my glass or bottle was empty, my father gave me a hairy eyeball out of the corner of his eye. Then finally, he spoke up and said, 'do you really need another one, you little lushbucket?' Lushbucket! I loved it! Amused by my father's creative terminology I immediately texted friends to share my newest and probably favorite nickname.

Another reason why I love this new nickname dates back to Halloween '07 when I decided to dress like Britney Spears circa crazy hot pink wig wearing days. To my credit, I pulled the look together rather well. I had the hot pink wig, huge sunglasses, loose white baby doll top with a black bra underneath, cut off jean shorts with the pockets showing, fishnets and high heeled booties. That night, I did not only look like Britney Spears but I took on her destructive behaviors and truly personified her. I was drinking vodka sodas and instead of switching to beer when I hit that 'you should slow down and switch to beer phase,' continued down the road of vodka sodas. Next thing I know I'm wobbling in my heels and ALL OVER the place. Then, I'm not sure if we were taking a group photo or what but I lost my balance, falling backwards and to my 'luck' fell into a large bucket (please note picture above) that was to be filled with beers later. Oh yes, I fell in a bucket and for a very long time I was harassed by all with constant questions, 'Where's your bucket?' There were many photos taken of that moment that I unfortunately can not share with you because I do want to try to stay somewhat anonymous but I have added this picture to help you with an image.



So, over the years I have accumulated many nicknames due to my boozeness. I respond to boozebag, boozer, shithead (father contribution), special and/or specialness and now lushbucket.