Ice cold Skyy on the rocks with 3 olives.
I almost bought a bottle of wine at the grocery store today, but ended up not, so I’m drinking Pepsi. That may seem tame to you, but get enough caffeine in me, and I turn into a silly drunk without the alcohol.
nope, no cans (can’t stand the taste of the cans) but I’m gonna look for the Bandit wine.
::Blushes and shuffles her feet::
Well, I did steal “We sell no wine before its time” from the red-nosed and obese Orson Welles, hawking Paul Masson wine at the miserable end of an illustrious career. (Does that date me or what?!?)
But the cardboard and glue part was mine alone!
And I LOVE the idea of wine in juice box portions.
Bass Ale
Full Sail Pale Ale tonight.
<belch>
I had the urge to bake earlier, so a lovely (and delicious) amaretto peach pie had to be consumed earlier. Of course that meant a dessert wine had to sacrifice itself as a partner, so I just polished off the last of a 375 ml bottle of Bonny Doon’s 2003 Muscat Vin de Glaciere. Mercy that was good.
I think the rest of the night might be a yet another Russian River night. We’ll see if I can pull hubby out of WoW.
A 1999 Marzieno Zerbina from Umbria, a blend of Sangiovese and Cabernet Sauvignon. I’m only drinking this because it’s part of my job. I wonder if my boss knows how dedicated an employee I am?
There is also this.
Tall frosted glass, gin, bitter lemon, ice and a slice…oh yes…slurrrrrrrrrrrrrp
Pyramid Apricot Ale with dinner tonight.
Well, somebody needs to represent the low-rent college crowd here. Not drinking at the moment, but all night it was Coors Light with the odd Budweiser thrown in for a touch of class.
My Google ads are for Trex 450 Combos and G4 conversions.
Vodka, straight from the bottle, straight from the freezer. Eliminate the middleman!
I have a Google ad for something called the “Original Octabong”. The world’s only chambered beer bong! Endless Fun Special only $37. SWEET!
My grandparents are in town, which means one thing (well, after golf): in half an hour, the family’s making killer strawberry margaritas and sitting around on the back deck singing show tunes until the skeeters come out. Summer Sundays in a Presbyterian household are the best. 
Tracy, will you adopt me? I hate golf, though, so if you adopt me, you can teach me to make the margaritas and I’ll have them ready for all of us when the rest of yous return from the links. You’re my kind of Presbyterians – wherever three or four are gathered, there will be a fifth.
I’m heading to England for a term abroad in two weeks – why don’t you just move into my old room? You’ll obviously get along great with my folks, as my grandfather made that exact same joke at lunch today!
Well, pray for me - it’s Fleet phospho-soda for dinner & breakfast tomorrow because lucky old me is having a endoscopy in the morning - plus lots of water!
Well, it’s just coming up to 5am here.
Having read about all of your mouth-watering beverages (and psycat90’s amaretto peach pie, I guess I’ll…wander down the corridor and see if the Coke machine is working.
I just got off work, so I’ll drink a Guinness for you(I’m thoughtful like that).
Mmm, a nice peacan liquor. If you aren’t careful when you sip it, you’ll singe off your nose hairs but it goes down oh-so-smooth.
This particular liquor is great on ice cream, or as a shot in frothed milk. But since it’s hot outside, I’m having it over ice. Nummy.
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