brain freeze? what brain freeze?

It’s the weekend.  Finally.  Not that I get to fully enjoy my Friday night, I have to work on Saturday morning…and I have a sinking suspicion that tomorrow will be a long five hours.  That’s why a bunch of us decided to go out for margaritas after work. 

I am not a big drinker.  Or should I say, I can’t hold my liquor and therefore I don’t drink much.  I have a one margarita limit, and tonight it was only a fraction of one. 

Half to be exact.  One half of one frozen margarita. The frozen drinks are the best! 

Of course, it’s important to note that any time a group of people partake of frozen drinks, it is inevitable that someone will get a “brain freeze.”  Except for me.  I never get “brain freeze.”  It’s true. I’ve eaten ice cream quickly with no effects.  I’ve guzzled slushies with no consequences.  And I could easily slurp down a frozen margarita without a single twinge in my head—at least not until the next morning.  The simple truth is that I appear to be immune to the infamous “brain freeze”—although no one, including my husband believes me.  That was why I was forced to prove to everyone that rapidly sucking down a frozen margarita would have no immediate effect on my brain.  My friends offered up a challenge.  A full glass of frozen margarita…a straw…and a table full of bankers chanting for me to “CHUG…CHUG…CHUG!”

I chugged until the entire table cringed like I was running my fingernails down a chalkboard.  They were expecting me to make a face…to grab my head…to moan in agony.


I didn’t feel a thing! Well, I did feel a little woozy after drinking half a margarita in a single breath. And I did have a bit of a headache a few hours later…once the tequila worked its way into my bloodstream.  It was worth it though.  It was a scientific experiment, and I proved my point.  I won!

The rest of my evening was far less exciting, but it’s hard to be exciting when you’re halfway hungover on half a margarita. On the up side…I’ll likely sleep very well tonight.  And we all know how much I could use a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow is supposed to be a very nice day, and I’m sure my husband has much for me to do after work.  I should probably go to bed right now. 

Maybe not just yet.  I have a book to finish, and there are still a few hours before the stroke of twelve.  Writers write…and I am definitely a writer.  Through and through.

Until the next time…I will be taking a few aspirin…drinking a lot of water…and writing a book!

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Posted on April 9, 2010 .