I made a horrible realization about myself this past weekend. I can't hang like I used to. It's like I don't even try!
Here's the back story.
I went to see my sister who lives in Minneapolis.
We decided to grab drinks at a really great bar that specializes in craft cocktails. She had one with absinthe, Fernet Branca, and some other potent stuff. Her boyfriend had a Manhattan, and me? What did I have?
Something called a Paloma. It had grapefruit, seltzer, sauvingnon blanc, and lime. Yes, I ordered...
My sister, who is now feeling like badass called me "Ned Flanders". I realized how lame I've become, but also just how refreshing a white wine spritzer is!
If you need me I'll be at dinner. Yes, I know it's 4pm. Now get off my damn lawn!