For the first time in two weeks the fridge is overflowing with food and drinks - most importantly: the drinks. All I've been guzzling lately is water, bottle after bottle, after glass, after jug, after glass... water, water, water. And now, there's a plethora of milk, Gatorade, pink lemonade, etc, and of course, water.


Since our wall mounted air-conditioner in the living room only cools a 4 foot bubble by the sliding glass door, the bedroom is baking hot, because of this I got the sudden urge to down a Gatoraid. And not just sip it to cool off, I was intending to guzzle that ice-cold sports drink until it brought on a brain-freeze, maybe splash it all over my face in slow-mo' like they do in the commercials.

I open the fridge, there's a few options to choose from, there's the orange-flavor I started working on yesterday, but there's also a red buried behind a pop-can and a bottle of water, I reach for the red. Failing to notice that the lid had already been opened, I lean back on the counter by the sink, and dive in.

I let the Gatoraid fill my mouth before I bother to take one big gulp, that's when I realize that this particular bottle of Gatoraid taste like shit... my tongue feels like I just dipped it in couch-syrup.

It took me a minute to piece together the mystery (after washing out my mouth in the sink) that I had just drank someone else's Gatoraid mixed with Rum... a lot of it. And seeing as how I've never really drank anything in my life... it wasn't what I was expecting. Not quite the cold, fresh, cooling sports drink I was gearing myself up for.

Oh God, I just burped rum... ugh.