Today I'm thinking I’ll pick myself up a treat around 5pm before I go back in to work. This has just become one of those 60-hour weeks. And since it’s almost the end of the week and I’d really like to not spend another 10 hours of my weekend in my place of employment, I'll be here late. I’ve been here late every single night. Yeah, so I’m thinking a little pick me up around 5 might help make the next couple of hours fly by…or at least manageable. I could pick myself up a little ice cream treat and work off a sugar high. But what I really want is a margarita. A raspberry, bottom-less glass of frozen goodness with a little salt around the rim. I’m now beginning to see the importance of a flask nicely resting beside my computer tower. So, I’m trying to figure out where to pick up said margarita. I mean, I can’t really figure out where they have margaritas-to-go. I’m guessing that wouldn’t promote safe driving…but then again who really got drunk off of one margarita…oh, wait… Hmmm, a place where they sell alcohol to go…Don’t they have liquor drive thrus? But alas, I live a little far away from the hood and corporate America (my friend tells me tales of how his corporate fridge is filled with beer for company morale.) Oh well, I guess it’s the ice cream shake…maybe they can throw a little Kahlua in it. One can only dream.
