What would your alcoholic drink of choice be, if neither expense nor caloric content were a factor, and if no one were allowed to judge you on it?
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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Strawberry-Banana rummy goodness.
Or Jager Bombs.
I would have to say "The Crazy Canadian". I am not sure how many different kinds of alcohol went into this thing, but it tasted great.
Or maybe get my hands on some Absinthe. Who doesn't need a little wormwood in their diet?
I drank it with piety and devotion, holding the cold can against my sweat-slicked cheek between gulps, and would turn to hard liquor only when I'd begin to feel bloated in the mornings, returning to my true love after the scotch and water had reduced me to my natural form, lithe as a polecat, bleary-eyed, secretive, tediously confessional.
Ah, Kirin. I'm told those of you who live in Ontario's larger cities can have it whenever you please from the liquor store; I, sadly, must order it and wait.
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Parrot Bay & Pineapple