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This is my biggest problem, and my despair: if I can taste the liquor, I probably won't want to drink it. To what I am sure is my boyfriend's eternal chagrin, every time we go out to eat dinner and we order drinks, I always ask the server, "What doesn't taste like alcohol?" Nine times out of ten they give me an odd look, but the occasional server "gets" my plight and will suggest drinks they can create that won't taste like what the three year olds I used to teach delicately referred to as "boo-boo."
The problem with drinking out of the house is, of course, you're not at home. You're paying per glass, and they can add up pretty fast. I have some tried and true favorites at restaurants (Chili's, for instance, has $2.99 margaritas all day every day, and their fruit-flavored ones don't taste of alcohol at all), but by and large, I prefer to drink at home. I come to you today bearing the names of two drinks I love: one's my old friend, and the other, a new love.
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My other, newfound love, is Firefly's Pink Lemonade. I've had the Sweet Tea Firefly before, especially when mixed with lemonade, and loved it. It reminds me of being on my friend's front porch, drinking Arnold Palmers and reminiscing about when we were eighteen. (I'm twenty-four now and can't believe I missed being eighteen when I was twenty-one. If I had only known). I was ecstatic to discover the newfound addition to their family: pink lemonade! Another summertime throwback, to sucking pink lemonade down greedily after soccer practice, kneeling in the dewy grass of the sidelines. Firefly Pink Lemonade tastes like that, with a bit of an alcoholic punch on the back burner. If you like your liquor sweet, but lovely and reminiscent of "the good old days," definitely give Firefly Pink Lemonade a go.
As I've said, I'm not a big drinker. Sometimes, I'll go for a rum & coke, or ginger ale mixed with something else altogether. But these are two standbys I know I can fall back on if I ever get bogged down with choice at a party, or bar. And that is nothing to shake a swizzle stick at.