Now for something completely different, my mom brought a 4Loko to work with her on her first day of work at her new job! Go, Linda!
She thought it was an energy drink that my cousin had left in her fridge and pulled it out at lunchtime. Thankfully she noticed that it said 12% alcohol written on the label before cracking it open. I mean, honestly, it would have made a much better story if she drank it, but I AM glad for her sake, as I'm not (totally) a monster. She then proceeded to show her boss and (again, thankfully) "it made her day". I'm glad the boss had a sense of humor about it, cause that kiiinda could have gone either way! When she got to my sister's for dinner that night she wanted to crack it open and drink it, but to a woman who usually drinks 1 (that's ONE) wine cooler, I told her it would probably land her in the hospital and she backed away from the Loko. I can not imagine what she would be like on that juice, as she is an absolute lunatic sober. That shizz is Loko!
Update on my mini-addictions:
- We have fully caught up on Boardwalk Empire. If you want to commiserate and sob with me about the cruelty of the Boardwalk gods, I am game. Also, I know this is sacrilege for most, but 8 episodes into The Wire and Brad and I aren't really loving it. I have faith that the love will come, but Brad does not. What to do?
- I have replaced my Chinese food addiction with Thanksgiving leftovers but will probably retreat as soon as they are gone. After mentioning my constant desire for Chinese food to my sister, I found out that she has also been really into potstickers in recent weeks. Could this and our mutual dislike of saxophones be genetic? Really?
- I have started adding back in some other music to my rotation. Ok, so mostly I have just been watching this YouTube video on repeat. Oh, to be able to write a song like that. It's perfection.
- The pants addiction is as strong as ever. Stretchy black pants forever. Why don't I just marry them?