It's tequila for me. Mexican tequila from Mexico that was Not Good and had a worm that did me in. Now, I can't even hang.
I have always respected the tequila. I fully admit that it is stronger than me.
Also?? Despite drinking copious amounts of them with juliana in SF, I *just* learned that red-headed sluts have Jaager in them! I had no idea! And I still like them!
I like RHSs inspite of the jaeger, even though I can taste it.
In high school a friend and I drank 3/4 of a bottle of Southern Comfort, chased with a fountain coke. My lips were numb before we were done. I can't even look at a bottle anymore.
You know what else I wouldn't recommend? SoCo and Dr. Pepper. ::sticks tongue out and gags:: It's what the truly inebriated resort to when they run out of rum and coke.
Aren't monks responsible for some liquors? Chartreuse, I think, and probably others. Go team drunk monk!
We can thank Benedictine monks in France for sparkling wines.
I can't do beer to this day after a bad incident when I was 16 or 17. Maybe once a year I try one, but that is about it.
Whiskey for me, please.
Weekend plans should include deep cleaning the house, baking cookies, 3 hours of karate, and getting as much sleep as possible. I have a feeling the last thing on the list will negate the others.
I like SoCo and Dr. Pepper. Or sometimes Yukon Jack & Dr. I haven't done that in a long time though.
My aunt just left me a random chatspeak comment on a baby picture telling me I was a loving baby. Which flies in the face of every piece of family mythology my mother shares with me.
Maybe she's been drinking.
My weekend plans include a Pampered Chef party and some committee work. Maybe some cleaning.
Oh, and NO Schnapps. OMG. My 21st birthday had friends buying me Butterscotch Schanpps. Try saying that after you have had a shot or two. That coupled with a friend who would buy every flavor of Schnapps available...oh heck no.