Day 7

I'd like to take this moment to talk about something's that has been bothering me.  At Target, in the concession area, there hangs a poster close to the fountain pop.  Some probably walk by without noticing a thing.  Not me, no not me at all.  You see, it's a giant blown up poster of a glass of coke.  Not just any glass of coke.  Hell, the untrained eye may even mistake it for a root beer.  I'll let you in on a little secret.  Its a Rum and Diet Coke.  Its caramel color proves it's mixed to perfection.  It's life size bubbles of carbonation almost tickle my nose as I walk by it.  There's just enough ice.  Some days I think it may even whisper my name.  Me going through Target and seeing that Van Gogh is like a dehydrated poor soul in the desert seeing a mirage.

The color of a drink can tell you a lot.  You should really pay more attention to them.  If your drink is less than that caramel color and more like the color of a beer, it is 'burnt'.  This is a term use when you first arrive at a bar and the tender mixes your first drink way to strong.  There's roughly 3 oz. of alcohol in a burnt drink.  These drinks actually serve a purpose too.  The bartender uses this as bait.  It screams, "We'll take care of you!"  What the patron doesn't realize, whether sober upon arrival or not, the tender will wean you off slowly because the drunker you get, the less you can taste.  If the drink is dark and syrup-looking, this is very weak.  There is hardly any alcohol in these drinks.  These are served to the drunken veteran to save the bartender's butt when he drives home.  It you are served a dark drink when you first arrive at a bar, either the bar tender doesn't like you, they're giving you a hint to leave, or their just really cheap. 

So next time you are in a bar, look around.  You can tell who's comin' and who's going just by the color of their drink.  It took years of practice to see these things you know.  It just doesn't come to you overnight.  So don't be hard on yourself if you're not the 'drink whisperer' your next trip to the saloon.   This is how I know the color of the 'coke' at Target is all wrong. 

I thought I'd lighten today's mood with a little alcoholic humor.   I thought I'd give everyone a break and make this one short and sweet.  I promise tomorrow will bring more tears and sorrow.  This is Survivor signing out.  Bring it on Day 8!