Friday is my rest day.
Thursday night I discovered that I am a complete idiot and that having ice and having alcohol equals wait, why am I sober?
I started with vodka, but you know what I discovered? I really don't care for vodka by itself.
So I moved on to a shot sized bottle of passion fruit Carribean rum. Yum!
Just one shot? How sad!
Hot Damn! Over ice? Isn't that a contradiction?
It seems like it must have violated the laws of nature, because my cup kept drying up.
What's up with that?
I had to refill it three times! I know, right?
Now I want to know: Why are you here? I can't possibly be that interesting.