Normally, probably due to an overly developed need for control, I don't drink. A beer or part of one, sometimes, or course, but it usually seems unwise or more trouble than it's worth.
(This is going to sound like an abrupt transition, but stay with me.)
The limbo period that comes in all our moves, where we have no fixed address and we're living at my in-laws' house (thank you, in-laws; blog readers, you can imagine what they go through), I'm not going to lie to you, limbo is tough. Fun times and togetherness, to be sure, but the lack of familiar routine and the pending lengthy separation is palpable. Veritable elephants in the room, shall we say.
And we have dinner with family here and there and friends and etc and they are always saying, wouldn't you like something to drink? You look like you need it!
See how this is coming together? (Forgive me, I woke up at 4 this morning, or maybe even 3 and gave up on sleep at 5 to go fire up Xcode to fix a niggling bug that I hope I can get out soon.)
My sister, who is quite something in the kitchen, talked me into one of her "special drinks" just now, and I am telling you about it so I can remember it later when I want it again, because it tastes like vanilla ice cream (explain that!):
And you know what she did with the lime? She microwaved the whole darn lime before cutting it, to release the juices. Smart, huh?
Oooh, and look what she just put in front of me for dinner!