It’s 5 o’clock somewhere!
Ξ June 27th, 2009 | → | ∇ Delinquent husbands |
Just not here.
Which brings us to last night. A Friday night with no son around, beautiful weather, and a new cocktail recipe book called, “It’s 5 o’clock Somewhere“. Drink recipes from around the world. I’m not a huge drinker (college kind of cured me of that) but this book looked fun.
A quick trip to the liquor store from some creme de cassis, gin, and other specialty drink ingredients and we have the opportunity for a little fun on the patio while watching a sunset, punctuated by the squirrels jumping onto and emptying our bird feeder. Oh, the hilarity! Who needs to go out when this type of show is free in the backyard?
And then it happened… The photo shoot call. “Please come to our function and photograph the election and installation of officers. We only need you for an hour.”
Call back answer, “Sure, I’ll do it.”
“Great, but now we need you for 4 hours.”
“Even better! I had no plans to spend time with my wife!” Giving me the thumbs up and cheesey smile while on the phone. Hey, cheesey smile and thumbs up back at ya! while mentally I’m dialing a divorce attorney…
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back at 9:30pm so I’ll have plenty of time to charge up the batteries for tomorrow’s wedding. And maybe we can hang together for a few minutes before bed since tomorrow’s start time is early!” Oh yeah, that was my big concern. Guess I’ll be drinking on the patio by myself this evening. Isn’t that how alchoholism starts?
But wait! I’m the forgiving person! So 9:00pm rolls around and I think to myself, “It’s still 5:00pm somewhere in the world. I’ll just pretend I’m in the Alaskan time zone.” I make a couple of our Blackberry Bramble drinks, light a few candles and wait to greet my hardworking hubby.
All of a sudden, I realize I’m not in Alaska anymore. I’m working my way into the Hawaiian/Aleutian time zone… It’s 5 o’clock there…
I finish my drink. Watch a field mouse run out and back on the patio, hear some bats squeaking overhead, swat some June bugs that are flying by me.
His ice has melted. I better polish off his drink since it’s now watered down from the ice water. Wait, it’s 6 o’clock in Hawaii now. Is Samoa the next time zone? Is it an hour behind Hawaii? I really don’t care as I make the third drink of the night.
Finally I throw in the towel and put another melted ice drink on the kitchen counter. Part of me says to drink it. Part of me says a hangover will be my best friend in the morning if I do. I leave it as a testament of the missed together time.
Paul finally comes home. Oooops, those pesky elections took longer than expected. He polished off the drink on the counter. He proclaimed it watery.
Yeah, go figure. Wonder what the next drink I’ll try alone will be…