And my dear sister has discovered the art of cocktail (and mocktail) making. Lucky for me, I get to be a part of the official tasting team.
Shakespeare Day draws near. Our class is trudging up the chaotic route to producing a "kick-ass" performance of A Midsummer Nights Dream. Hermia's lines sit in my lap, waiting to be memorized and regurgitated in the most appropriate manner. And could line-learning be made any better than if you're lazing in the sun with a fresh virgin orange daiquiri in hand? All I can say is, "God, I love spring."
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