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!