Oy!
I Didn’t Heed My Own Advice.
Yesterday, daughter TJ came by to help with the preparation of the Christmas golabki gwumpkies, one of the items that can be prepared in advance and frozen. After that, she helped with other Christmas preparations that have reached critical mass here at the House by the Parkway.
Then the trouble started. We decided that a bottle of champagne sparking wine would be a good idea, and we made short work of a bottle. I then said, “Hey, would you like to try so 99 Bananas?â€
“Sure†was her response. That’s my girl.
After TJ called her husband to inform him that she would be staying the night, we tossed back a few icy cold shooters and then began “experimentingâ€. Wound up mixing the 99 Bananas with Kahlua and milk on the rocks and topping it off with a sprinkle of nutmeg. Delicious. So delicious, in fact, that before I knew it, it was 1:30 in the morning and the Kahlua was gone and there was barely a shot or two left in the bottle of 99 Bananas.
This morning, TJ looked normal and was, in fact, quite chipper. I, on the other hand, looked like warmed over shit and felt worse.
Yoot. There’s no substitute.