(Note: I finished up my Project Yellow contribution on Sunday afternoon)

Alcohol. It’s been a popular drink pretty much since man first laid lips on it. Shortly after, with a devil dancing on his shoulder he handed the drink to a woman, and said, “No, it won’t affect your judgment.” Then, he perfected the art of dancing on one foot, holding his beer in one hand and keeping his balance with the other. For a still unknown reason, women overlooked this for the most part.

I’ve had a drink or two in one sitting, and most likely you have to, at some point. Did you like it at first? Or was it an acquired taste? Was beer your first experience with alcohol, or something more potent? If I say, “Mad dog,” do you picture a rabid canine or a high school buddy driving the porcelain bus?

Alcohol isn’t the only drink often enjoyed for more than just its taste (and often not for that reason at all). Lots of people have from one to several soft drinks a day to get a caffeine fix. Alcohol is, however, the only drink I know of that always carries an element of danger. After a few glasses or cans of Dr. Pepper, chances are I’m not going to start saying inappropriate things out loud. Well, no more often than usual — but faster and more emphatically. Likewise, my ability to operate heavy machinery probably won’t be compromised.

A couple weeks ago, I was at a Mexican restaurant and wanted a drink. I very rarely order an alcoholic beverage, so I possess a small working knowledge of what is available and what I might like. I know I like a rum runner, daiquiri, Seven and Seven, Crown and Coke, Captain and Coke, rum and Coke, and that’s about it. Oh, wait, a good fuzzy navel is hard to beat, too.

“Have you ever tried an Alien Secretion?”* our server asked.

He could have mentioned that they serve it in a curvy glass. Sheesh. I’m drinking a froo-froo drink, but you don’t have to broadcast it. Put it in a tea glass or a highball, or something. I have a sweet tooth when it comes to beverages, but I don’t need anything to dress them up. I already don’t hunt and never wanted to own a truck or an SUV.

I don’t like beer and I don’t care for margaritas or anything else with tequila. Otherwise, if it’s fruity and sweet, I’ll probably like it. Some would argue that makes me fruity and sweet. Say what you must. Then try to withstand the flurry of straws and tiny umbrellas.

* Recipe:
1 part MidoriŽ melon liqueur
1 part MalibuŽ coconut rum
1 part pineapple juice