What’s your drug of choice?

Tough call. Different drugs of choice for different occasions, you know?

In the process of answering this question, I discovered my drug of choice. Margaritas. Nope, really … it even beat out caffeine, which we all know I love too. Why it even out absinthe, and I really love that stuff. When I say here thinking about which mind altering substance I would most like to have right now, it ended up being a nice, large, cold frozen margarita made with loads of fresh lime juice and a thick crust of salt on the glass edge with a huge chunk of lime tossed in for good measure. Margaritas make me relaxed and happy. I have never had a bad experience while drinking margaritas, though the same cannot be said for any other mind altering substance.

What’s odd is I have never made a margarita at home. Not once … ever. There’s something wrong with that, isn’t there? I just don’t drink much, or really at all, at home. If Lin is having a beer or has some schnapps, I might take a sip or two. Every rare once in a while I’ll have a glass of wine. Margaritas though are that thing I drink when I am out and playing. Same with Cuba Libre (rum and coke with lime), except the only reason I drink those sometimes when I am out is because bottle shelf rum doesn’t bother me, and it’s a cheap drink to buy everywhere … and it’s really hard to make a bad one too. Actually, I think I order those more often when I don’t really want to drink, because I know I can nurse it forever if I want to. I don’t nurse margaritas, and I only order them when I really want a drink and plan to have fun. Thus, it looks like the lowly margarita is my drug of choice.

Oh, you meant illegal drug of choice? I don’t have one. That’s not to say I am some sort of saint as far as illegal substances go, but I really don’t have a illegal drug of choice. I can’t think of one that ranks higher than any form of booze, which is saying something, because I am not really all that into booze in all it’s forms either. All the illegal drugs I have encountered are all sort of nasty, and I don’t like the way they make me feel, which is usually just like a brainless lump. I’m brainless enough without help, thank you.

Though there is one semi-illegal drug I am especially fond of, but I’m not going to tell you what it is. All I will say is … don’t leave me alone with a can of pressurized whipped cream. Some of you will know immediately what I am talking about, and some of you may have to do some research.

And I missed this question the other day because I hadn’t been checking that email account the last few days:

Should we go swimming or ice skating tomorrow afternoon?

A little late, but for future reference when deciding whether to go swimming or ice skating, always go ice skating. Trust me. Swimming is over-rated.