When having lunch with one of my favorite NC peeps, her brother, and the hilariously awesome Maria, the topic of age came up. I almost always start it because I love teasing the youngest person at the table. There’s something about calling a grown adult a baby and asking them if they still sleep with their blankee that makes me giggle. I have issues. For the record, I can’t sleep without my face-blanket. That’s about the best way to explain it… the blanket goes over my face and I fall asleep like a purring kitten. You can imagine what my husband thinks of this =)
The first drink is my friend Kim’s genius concoction and, though its almost entirely booze, it tastes light and fruity, like a lemonade-y beergarita. The other is a drink that will forever remind me of crazy Pensacola summers with my favorite pilots. Also… it acts as a reminder that a cocktail is always, I repeat, always a better idea than our alternative: taping a Four Loko to each hand and hoping for the best.
stir well and serve over ice