As both a Child of White Hippies...

I'm pretty sure I've seen that picture in a family album somewhere. The recognition is a slap in the face with embarrassment, isn't it?

No alcohol, Maggie? I'm thinking hip flask and vodka disguised as water. No one has to know, and desperate times etc. (Not that I'm seriously advocating taking booze into a dry zone, but the plotting could sooth your senses in the mean time.)