My Family Thinks I'm A Lush

I went out to this awesome Irish pub, Jack Quinn's, for my birthday. I went with my parents, my siblings, and my grandparents. The food was incredible, but let's face it, I wasn't there for the stew, no matter how good it was. I wanted to drink. I didn't get a beer, since beer is boring. I ended up ordering a mixed drink. Apparently, I "ordered it like a pro," which drew my grandpa's interest. He asked me repeatedly if I'd ever had that drink before. I hadn't. He obviously didn't believe me. He finally asked, "Are you lying to me?" Of course I wasn't. I really had no reason to. After talking about that with several other family members, I discovered that most of my family thinks I'm a frickin' alcoholic. Actually, that could prove to be entertaining in the future...