I’m turning into a lush. This should come at no surprise to anyone who knows me or my family, considering I’ve been drinking beer since I was old enough to fetch and open the bottles for my dad. It’s too bad that I don’t like beer now, because beer is cheap and comparatively low in calories to the drinks I like.
Margaritas? My drink of choice.
Sangria? My close second drink of choice.
Anything pomegranatey with vodka? My WOO HOO, GIRL’S NIGHT drink of choice.
Free alcohol? Yes, please, and keep them coming.
Unfortunately, all of those drinky poos that I love are relatively high in calories.
[Note: “Relatively high” means “so high that I don’t want to know.”]
I’m a child of 80s television which in a small way means I’m easily swayed by commercialism. If it’s on TV and someone I think I like says it’s good, I’ll try it.
You can guess what comes next.
I want a Skinny Girl Margarita.
ready-to-drink margarita + lower calories + created by a reality TV star = Mama wants her some Skinny Girl Margaritas
My local liquor store is a carrier of the ready-to-drink Skinny Girl Margarita. You know, if they had any. Apparently (and of course I knew this from watching Bethenny Ever After, but I figured my one little liquor store would have the last bottle) they are very popular and sell out as soon as they’re stocked and don’t restock for months at a time.
This leaves me stuck with no Skinny Girl Margaritas.
I’m blaming Bethenny Frankel for the extra 20 pounds I’ll be putting on my ass because I have to drink regular super-calorie ready-to-drink margaritas.