Thursday, July 20, 2006
Echo is over at his site whining like a fraidy cat that he may be an alcoholic because he once ordered daiquiri flavored sorbet. Boo hoo. I should have him spend an evening with my mother. Then he'll know what real drinking is all about.
Anyway, his sad little story reminded me of how my sister-in-law once came over to visit. I said to her, "Ruby, would you like something to drink?" Her response was "yeah . . . you got any daiquiris?"
As if I had daiquiris just sitting around in case some boozy dame came in to order one.
Funny thing is, I opened the fridge and did indeed have a carton of strawberries. Seeing as how I usually have a fully stocked bar otherwise, I was actually able to make Ruby a pitcher of daiquiris.
Ruby, not being much of a drinker, now thinks it's perfectly normal behavior to order some fancy drink when she goes a-calling. She's going to be sadly mistaken if she pulls that shit anywhere else though, because I don't think most people can just haul out & make a fresh strawberry daiquiri on a moment's notice.
But CP ain't most people. Best not forget that.
* Photo stolen, shamelessly, from Echo.