When it comes to spirits, I’m a bit of a sipper, myself. I’m perfectly content to nurse a lone beverage all evening long. If I’m feeling wild and crazy, I might drink two. And I rarely go straight for the beer.
Except in March.
Beer is par for the course in the month of March. Part of the theme, you know–and I do love a good theme.
The only problem with drinking to be festive: I don’t really love Guinness. That’s right, it’s all fun and games until the lightweight gags.
Perhaps I could mix it would something . . .
Sacrilege! you may cry. Oh, the possibility, says I!