Appletinis are evil

As usual something on Dbud's blog got me thinking... I was posting a comment in response to a pic from Thanksgiving and it reminded me of a funny story about Appletinis. The more I thought about it, the more funny Appletini stories I remembered. So here are a couple and a brief overview of the history of Dbud and I drinking them and the lessons we learned.

History - Somewhere back a couple years ago - Dbud and I discovered Appletinis, which would soon become the "it" drink of that time period. They are frighteningly delicious when made correctly. 360 degrees lounge at Cobalt makes them especially good. The best ones are very cold, light green in color and don't taste like rubbing alcohol, but more like a sour apple jolly rancher. The cherry is just for fun. Yum.

Dbud and I have always enjoyed a drink or two after work so we can shoot the shit and peoplewatch. We like to relax and Appletinis were a tasty way to do so - plus back in the day they had 2 for 1 deals at Happy Hour. One problem - Appletini's are deceptive and EVIL. About 1/2 way through the first one, all senses are released and suddenly you are chipper, carefree and completely oblivious to the fact you are drinking 100% alcohol and in fact equal to TWO drinks (most bar use extra large glasses unlike the traditional martini glass which is tiny). Plus they go down quickly and since I am a bargainwhore, who can resist another when they are 1/2 price! You can see where this is leading...

I think the first time we went to this Happy Hour it was like a Weds and we ended up having 3 apiece and suffice it to say we were WASTED. The details are still fuzzy in fact. But of course we didn't learn our lesson and sometime in the future we roped his partner Mr. M into it too. He's not a big drinker either - but one sunny afternoon the three of us had a couple and the next thing I know we were in the Soviet Safeway and had a little produce throwing contest amongst the lettuce and other fresh vegetables... Of course it didn't end there as we decided to get stuff to make frozen drinks at home. That day they were to meet my then, first boyfriend ever - who arrived to 3 completely TRASHED young lads. It's ok - he was in a fraternity so he caught up fast.

My final story happened 2 years ago at Thanksgiving. By this time we had learned of the evil ways of this pale green silent killer and had forged a no more than 2 rule (with one being preferable). Since we were out of a couple of items for the t-day dinner the next dinner, Dbud and I walked down to the aforementioned Soviet Safeway (thankfully we can still show our faces there...) Despite my pleas - Dbud was resolute in not stopping for a pre-grocery Appletini. He did cave finally - after shopping and accumulating 2 bags of groceries each. How I was able to persuade him to walk in to 360 degrees groceries and all I don't know still. All I know is that there was nary a soul there when we arrived - but about a million people when we left. Dbud is still mortified, but I loved the attention and the numerous requests by cute boys as to where the dinner was... Later that evening we switched to wine and found out scandalous details about our friend WinADate who is internet posting phobic so I shall not blog about her... ;-)

Long story short - unless you are prepared for flying cucumbers and a massive hangover the next morning - stick to beer or at the most two appletinis. Next alcoholic blog story will be entitled "Lauriol Plaza Swirls: or How an adult slushy gets you in trouble..."