Living half a block from a liquor store has its disadvantages...like realizing its Sunday, and they are not open on Sunday. Damn you, convenience, for making me so comfortable!
I like drinks with umbrellas in them. Some folks call them girl drinks, but I prefer to call them "summer drinks." So tough persona aside, I sip things that are pink and fruity during the hotter months. Margaritas are good, pina coladas are better. But liquor creeps up on me. I get drunk and ambitious. I do things like landscape the front yard, remodel the kitchen, and read my books from the library.
So, this is a bad thing? you say. Au contraire! Its awesome! Whoever said liquor was a bad thing didn't know about my friend Moderation. I don't drink til I am falling-down, slurring-words drunk. I just drink until I can't feel the grit of dog-hair under my feet. I drink until the shrieks of the children are muted: I can still hear them. I know they are near. I know that they are fighting. I just don't care.
So while the short months of summer wander through Minnesota, expect to find me tipsy and busy, just not usually on Sundays. After all, the liquor store is closed, and I don't have the foresight to plan my drunks. They just seem to happen.