A little embarrassment. A lot of alcohol. I’m drunk as shit as Dad and I stumble from the bar sometime around midnight. We sway together. His arm is around my shoulder, mine around his waist as we steady one another. If not for his counterweight, I’d probably be facedown in the snow. Him too. The alcohol we consumed was absolutely necessary to have the conversation we did. And I thought the first time I talked to my dad about sex was horrifying. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t nearly as traumatizing this time. Thank you, tequila. “Key is in my…