Well, it was a success, though we didn’t play a lick of poker.

We did, however, drink a lot of vodka. 1.75 liters to be exact, between 10 of us. Holy Moly. One of my girlfriends had this drink recipe but she couldn’t remember what it was called. It’s very similar to vodka gimlet, only not exactly. 🙂

Slice up several limes and put the slices into a pitcher.
Add a 1/2 cup sugar per lime
Crush contents together until the sugar is pretty well dissolved and the limes are squishy.
Add Vodka to cover contents.
Crush together some more.
Add ice
Stir together.
Strain into glasses.

Taste it to make sure it’s not too sweet. if it is add more limes. If not sweet enough, add more sugar.

Since we didn’t know what to call this concoction, we renamed them Drunk Susans or Susie Woozies.

Yum. They were divine. Thank God I thought to drink lots of water as well and take a couple of advil. I wouldn’t be feeling so spiffy today if I hadn’t.

Now, onto a different topic.

Damn that SEP! Yes, I’m still miffed about the book Ain’t She Sweet. I’m angry the story ended. I cried and laughed through the last 100 pages of the book. I haven’t been touched by a story like this in a very long time. If everyone wrote stories like this…well, I’d be a much happier reader.

As a writer, SEP just raised the bar. I marvel at her talent. I never once found myself mentally changing a word choice or rolling my eyes. This was such a believable and heart wrenching story. I defy anyone to read it and tell me otherwise.

Anyone who can make me cry during half-time of my son’s soccer game has a talent beyond measure.

Have I fawned enough? Are you sick of me yet?

And damn that Maria Geraci for making me read this story! I know she’s reading this blog right now, snickering…”I told you so, Mel Francis. You should never question me.”

Humph. She’s right. But don’t tell her I said that. 🙂