Some people have an adverse reaction to licking, slamming and sucking, luckily for me it has never led me to the porcelain god for penance. Tequila is my economical beverage of choice, Scotch / Whiskey being my first, but I tend to lean to the more expensive barrel aged “water of life” that my ancestors imbibed in therefore it is a treasured and rare occurrence in these hard times, so I default to the silver fire water that brings out the best in me.
If there was a Margaritaville I would most certainly live there, always keeping an eye on my shaker of salt as not to lose it. Napping lazily to the hum of a blender and the soft tones of a steel drum as the alcohol works its way to all those achy places you can’t reach. Suddenly the baby leg feels like dancing and my humor hits the sweet spot of not caring and letting loose my wild imagination. Someone should really bottle that stuff….oh wait they do.
Thank God!!! Aclamaciones!!! aka Cheers ya'll!

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