December and the never-ending drinks . . .
I know, most of us indulge from time to time,
probably a beer or the odd glass of wine, more
than anything else. Still, December rather feels
like alcoholism waiting to happen. Every invite,
brunch, luncheon, dinner date, party, includes
special holiday spirits. There's x-mas cocktails,
mulled wines, and don't get me started on the
pure magic of spiked eggnog . . . not to forget
Chartreuse, that delectable, sinful ambrosia
made by the monks since the 1700s. Alas, I
have no magical formula. Drinking too much,
gaining that extra pound, will always be the
gifts from the trixtor elves. So, what's to do?!
For me, it's all about ENJOY but don't embarrass
myself in front of my guy, my friends, and my
hostess. (No comments from the cheering section,
please!) So . . . harking back to yesteryear . . .
gird up your loins, sally forth and conquer . . .
and . . . don't drink and drive. Happy hollidaying!
whats your pleasure maam
whatevers in that cute glass
live to regret it
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