"Sheila, what are you drinking?"

That's always the question.

The answer varies from "nothing" to a slow drawl of "giiingerayle."

"Nothing" means that it's not a beige color.

It might be beer. It might be rum. It might be shots of chilled vodka. It could even be wine.

"Gingerale" means that it is, as I used to be infatuated with Southern Comfort and gingerale with a twist of lemon. Now I'm obsessed with Bombay Sapphire and tonic with two dashes of bitters and a lime (sounds like a crotchety old man drink).

Right now I'm on gingerale.

In a pint glass.

betholindo at 1:08 p.m.

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