Wednesday, August 06, 2008

The Very Sort Of Conversation One Has On The Last Night Of Summer Vacation

The Crib Chick is speaking of treating some sort of malaise with vodka and cranberry juice.

Me: "That's medicinal, you know. Cranberry juice is...well...cranberry juice, and vodka is made from potatoes!"

CC: "So it's like a vegetable!"

Me:"Yes, the worst possible vegetable, though. Sort of like alcohol made of HoHo's--OHMYGOSH WOULDN'T THAT BE AWESOME!"

Goodbye, summer. What with the moving and bazillions of renovations and such, I hardly knew you this time. I should have loved you more, now you're gone.


"Ms. Cornelius" said...

Let's call upon the sagacity of Joni Mitchell:

"Don't it always seem to go
that you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise-- put up a parking lot!
Shooooo bop bop bop bop!"

We are all in mourning. And I think booze made out of cheesecake would be even better. But that's just me.

Or, to Okieize it, how about booze made out of grape Nehi? Pinwheels? Peanut brittle? Porter peaches?

Glad to see you survived the busyness, dollface!

educat said...

Ooooh! I wonder could we throw together a cocktail called the "Goo Goo Cluster"!?

Now, that would be nice. Reeaaal nice!