With Roman Catholic / Irish ancestors from Tipperary, my parents taught us well. “It’s 5 o’clock somewhere” comes to mind. And the all time favorite: “Alcohol kills brain cells, but only the weak ones!”
I’m getting smarter every day!
Sigh.
Ever since I got sick drinking screwdrivers as a teenager, I have barely been able to drink vodka. Just the smell of it brings back a visceral, bad memory for me.
I can almost still taste that orange juice, a unique taste in my mind as if the oranges that the juice came from were right on the cusp of going bad. It was the vodka mixed with the orange juice that changed its flavor in such a way that it twists it in my memory.
Argh. I used to drink pretty hard and pretty often! But I did have fun...:)
Heh, now? It is almost as if it takes too much energy to drink!