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What comes before Part B?

March 18, 2009

If you don’t know, ask someone.  Last Friday night, to celebrate the opening of Spring Break, one of my friends threw a cocktail party. The idea was for each guest to bring the ingredients for their favorite cocktail. Everyone could then take sips of each others’ drinks and trade recipes. It was a great success, and the drink that I sort-of-invented (it’s just a variation of another drink) was a HUGE success.  Mostly with me. We named it the Antifreeze because that’s what it looks like. I apologize for the lack of exact measurements, but here’s the basic recipe should you wish to try it.

  • 1 part Hpnotiq (blue, fruity, amazing, mildly expensive)
  • 2 parts vodka (any brand, but flavored didn’t work well)
  • 3, or 4, or 5 parts Mountain Dew (depending on how much you like to taste the alcohol)
  • Splash of pineapple juice (clouds the drink, which makes for a great color)

It was smooth, tasty, fruity, and not very alcoholic-tasting. Perfect for girls who don’t much care for alcohol and who are also responsible. I can see it being a little dangerous since it tastes amazing and not much like alcohol, but goodness it is amazing. Mmmm, Antifreeze.

I always see alternative states (alcohol, exhaustion, caffeine) as an opportunity for art, especially writing and photography.  It seems as though a moment in which I am not seeing the world in the usual way should result in art that is more interesting or important than the usual. It sometimes works.

I don’t want to imply that I over-imbibed in an way, but it was certainly an interesting evening. I had a couple of drinks over the course of a couple of hours and then I migrated to a couch. Once I got there, I mostly stayed put (with the exception of multiple trips to the bathroom, where I took the obligatory photos of myself. This is becoming a habit.)


For the rest of the evening, I hung out on the couch. People came and went. I took their pictures. People handed me things (girl scout cookies, cards, glasses) and I held them or consumed them. Occasionally there was a short fit of giggles. I felt like I was holding court there on my couch in my red cocktail dress.  Nothing existed outside of my couch. I didn’t pay any attention to what was happening outside my little bubble, and I actually barely saw my fiance the whole night. I felt like I was in the midst of an “oh, look how much fun she has” montage in a movie about a slightly irresponsible but lovable 20something.  This was unusual since I am both shy and very responsible. My night on the couch was great, actually. I’d share more photos with you, but as the shy responsible one, I’m always leery of discussing/posting pictures of parties. I don’t want to offend anyone or post something that will come back to hurt someone later. It wasn’t a real wild party, but still. Despite all that, I offer the following photo.  That’s one of my good friends in the photo. Beyond that, I can’t begin to explain what is happening here. Hiding from lions, maybe?

I then spent a few days visiting my father and my grandparents (it’s their 53rd wedding anniversary today), and now I’m home for a day or two. After that, I get to help build a treehouse. I’m enjoying Spring Break despite the lack of tequila, sand, and half-naked people.

Drink responsibly, people. Oh, and post your best (or worst) Spring Break story in the comments.

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