And the cherry is the clincher

I am so not a beer drinker. Never did learn to like the taste. During nights out, 2 bottles are usually more than enough for me. I'd rather have a frozen margarita, though not all margaritas turn out to my liking, either.

Recently, I've discovered the perfect companion to my occasional happy hours with some favorite pals:

Plus, it doesn't make me drunk no matter how many shots I've had, and the cherry that comes with each fat glass makes me happy in some sweet, weird way.

Have you had a shot lately?
=)

Night Cap

The discovery that you like cherries comes with the discovery of Tequila Rose and the lateness of both introductions hits you the way milk is painted pink by the right amount of red. Gentle. Subtle. Absolute. Like the finality in the absence left by all the cherries you had thrown away. Like the certainty held by the eyelids just before they shut into sleep.