Hold Me Closer, Tipsy Blogger
I usually don’t drink because it makes my stomach do not so nice things. But tonight, I was hearing the call of the mojito. Bud and I had to go out because I needed more fabric for my quilt and Bud’s mouse died while he was playing Diablo 3. We went out for supper after our shopping and I had 3 mojitos. I haven’t had any alcohol in about a year or so.
For anybody who hasn’t had a mojito, it is made with rum, mint, lime, sugar and club soda. I had my first mojito a few years ago when we went on vacation to Traverse City, Michigan, in a Cuban restaurant and it was delicious. The ones I get around where we live are just from Ruby Tuesday. Not quite as good, but will do the trick.
Ruby Tuesday has a couple different flavors of mojitos: classic (as I described above), strawberry, mango and acai pomegranate. Tonight, the first one I got was the classic. Or, as I ordered it, “a regular old mojito.” It was pretty weak. It tasted like mostly sugar and mint. Even Bud, who HATES rum, thought it was weak when I asked him to taste it.
An interesting little thing about Bud and I. We like the opposite of most things. He likes floppy bacon and I like crispy. He likes floppy french fries and I like crispy. So when we go to restaurants and we have what the other likes, we trade. Very convenient! Bud likes vodka and I prefer rum. In fact, I despise vodka and Bud despises rum. So I knew my drink was weak when even Bud thought so.
I sucked down the first drink right before our meal came and ordered a mango mojito. Mistake. Even though it was a little stronger, it was not very good, but I drank it anyway. Our server was acting all surprised when I ordered my second (and third) drink, and it made me feel a little funny.
When I drink I seem to get a little paranoid (for lack of a better word). I’ll give you an example. Tonight when I ordered my second drink, the server said, “Wow! I’m jealous of all these drinks you’re getting. I may have to go in back and have a couple myself. HAHA!!” That makes me feel like she’s saying, “Wow, you sure are a lush!” I always seem to think the servers are hinting that I’m drinking a lot when I get no more than 3 drinks. Maybe I should have thought the server was a lush, since she was joking about drinking on the job.
We were finishing up our meal, and our server asked us if we wanted our bill and I declared, “NO! I am a lush and I want another drink!” Not really. I just asked for another “regular old mojito.” This one was strong. I made Bud taste it. He made a disgusted face and had to take a drink of water. I decided to not finish my meal so I would have room for my drink.
When our server brought our bill, she started talking in a silly voice. Almost like she was talking to a child. It made ma laugh, because I always laugh when I’m tipsy, but it also made me feel a little like I wanted to punch her in the face. So we left.
Bud kept trying to get me to dance my way out of the restaurant, but I refused. Good thing for everybody.