Naturally, when I’m not baking or working, I’m usually drinking with my best gal, J. It starts, as it usually does, with one making an overture to the other. “Care for a drink?”
One drink. We could do this! We are totally committed. It is a work night, after all, and we are industrious little ants.
And maybe it was the heavy use of figurative language a client had used in a survey I was reporting on, because suddenly I was feeling poetic, which, led to us breaking the number #2 cardinal rule after Do Not Drink and Drive: Do Not Drink and Go on Facebook.
It became mutually unsaid and understood between J and I that we were to proceed taking turns in photographing and Facebook-posting the several drinks we would be ordering.
And suddenly, it became absolutely imperative that she only speak to me in Ryan Gosling memes.
Then it became absolutely imperative that I only speak in Ryan Gosling memes. And then it’s downhill from there and you wake up the next morning to a Facebook page full of this:
(“I’m using the last of this alcohol we had illegally imported,” the bartender said.
“We are grateful!” we chirped in reply.)