A few months back, my friends Kristy and Anne came over for a girls night. The pomegranate martinis were flowing, and sweet little “Knows Your Name Elmo” looked a little stressed. So, we offered him a cocktail. I know, he’s underage, but whatever…he wasn’t driving and it seemed pretty harmless. Well, you can clearly see that Elmo can not hold his liquor. He didn’t even climb off the table until noon the next day.
I never intended to publish these photos, but we might be responsible for what is apparently Elmo’s fast decline into substance abuse.