As soon as I press "Publish" on this post, I am going to head next door to the bar at Sustenio, where I will not have one of these delicious cocktails garnished with a fresh jalapeno.
I won't be having one of these wonderful, refreshing stirred-not-shaken martinis, either.
Nor wine, red or white, nor a Stella Artois (favorite beer in all of Argentina), nor even a crisp prosecco to cap off this 100 degree Texas afternoon.
No, I'll be ordering a tall club soda. Again. Let me explain: for no good reason that I can think of, I decided that I would not drink any alcohol for the entire month of August. Then I immediately made the mistake of telling people about my little experiment. Naturally, it was only hours before I had been invited to a couple of happy hours, a wine dinner and a reception. Rats.
Still, a commitment's a commitment--even if it's only to myself--so each time I went out this month, I ordered a club soda with lime. One thing's for damn certain: I won't get scurvy.
Sometime during the first couple of days of the experiment, obviously drunk on Schweppe's, I expansively vowed that I would donate what I didn't spend on drinks to the San Antonio Food Bank.
Of course I lost track of the number of club sodas and iced teas I had in lieu of icy martinis and bubbly glasses of champagne, but I figure $100 is a good, round number. So, first thing tomorrow, I will put a check in the mail.
Second thing will be a Bloody Mary.
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