On Saturday evening some friends and I escaped RMFC to go hit a restaurant in downtown Denver. I ordered a strawberry lemonade. Mmm. I love strawberry lemonade. And this strawberry lemonade was SO GOOD. I was making such blissful noises with each sip that on more than one occasion it was suggested that my strawberry lemonade and I should get a room.
I downed the first one before the appetizers even arrived.
"May I get you another?" asked the waitress, Awesome Possum.
"Yes please!" I said.
The second strawberry lemonade was gone before the main entree arrived. 'Ohgawd this must have nicotine *and* cocaine in it' I thought, 'It is sooooo good!'
So when the entrees arrived and my glass was empty, Awesome Possum asked 'Another strawberry lemonade? They're free!'
"Ohgawdyes!" I said, "You may as well bring me two!"
So she did! And I downed my third strawberry lemonade in no time.
A few minutes later Awesome Possum returned, "So.... there's a problem" she reported. I figured she was going to inform me that she was wrong, that the refills on the strawberry lemonade were not free after all. But no! She said "The bartender accidentally made 2 more. Shall I bring them too?"
Well, hell to the yeah!
Six strawberry lemonades! SIX!
I'd like to boast that I downed all six and chased them down with strawberry ice cream and lemon meringue pie, but to be honest after the third one I sort of hit the wall. I got about halfway through the fourth when I started to get strawberry lemonade drunk. I slurred my speech. I groaned in discomfort and cursed my onetime angel, calling her a 'wicked seductress.' I couldn't even finish my actual dinner and for a while feared what the competitive eaters call a 'reversal of fortunes'.
During my strawberry lemonade hangover I vowed to never again be so foolish. My friend
Malin sketched up this adorably cute reminder of the night. I plan on carrying this in my wallet from here on out so that I'll always be reminded of my drinking follies.
On the upside, I was plenty hydrated after suiting earlier in the day!
I downed the first one before the appetizers even arrived.
"May I get you another?" asked the waitress, Awesome Possum.
"Yes please!" I said.
The second strawberry lemonade was gone before the main entree arrived. 'Ohgawd this must have nicotine *and* cocaine in it' I thought, 'It is sooooo good!'
So when the entrees arrived and my glass was empty, Awesome Possum asked 'Another strawberry lemonade? They're free!'
"Ohgawdyes!" I said, "You may as well bring me two!"
So she did! And I downed my third strawberry lemonade in no time.
A few minutes later Awesome Possum returned, "So.... there's a problem" she reported. I figured she was going to inform me that she was wrong, that the refills on the strawberry lemonade were not free after all. But no! She said "The bartender accidentally made 2 more. Shall I bring them too?"
Well, hell to the yeah!
Six strawberry lemonades! SIX!
I'd like to boast that I downed all six and chased them down with strawberry ice cream and lemon meringue pie, but to be honest after the third one I sort of hit the wall. I got about halfway through the fourth when I started to get strawberry lemonade drunk. I slurred my speech. I groaned in discomfort and cursed my onetime angel, calling her a 'wicked seductress.' I couldn't even finish my actual dinner and for a while feared what the competitive eaters call a 'reversal of fortunes'.
During my strawberry lemonade hangover I vowed to never again be so foolish. My friend
Malin sketched up this adorably cute reminder of the night. I plan on carrying this in my wallet from here on out so that I'll always be reminded of my drinking follies.On the upside, I was plenty hydrated after suiting earlier in the day!
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