Tequila Day Reflections

It’s been a really hot summer. Like, the kind of summer where I schvitz all over the subway seat and then I get up for some elderly lady and she looks at the seat and she’s like, “Ew, no thanks!” It’s a constant battle to leave my iglooesque (not a word) apartment and greet the summer sweat-fest. But alas, we all have jobs, friends, and things to do out in the real world even when the sun is beating on you like Chris Brown on Rihanna in 2008 and then again in 2010. To sum up, it’s hot outside. I’m not a “naked” person. There are few things in the world that make me want to shed my clothing. One is my boyfriend (he’s really cute), two is 95-degree weather, and three is (cliché drum roll for predictable answer) --- tequila. Tequila is the alcohol equivalent of a girlfriend you meet sophomore year of college who tells you that being a hoe is cool and you should always say yes to boys who wear button down shirts ‘cause they’re classy. (Ladies, don’t fall for this – they ALL wear collared shirts at times!) Needless to say, back in my tequila drinking days, I was known for falling while walking on flat surfaces and pursing my lips into the air, waiting for someone to make out with them, all the while squinting like a cat and shoving chicken fingers into my mouth. Other than enhancing my great multi-tasking skills, tequila was my mortal enemy. Now that I’m a grown-up, I can’t say that I’ve been in touch with my ex-gal pal, Tequila. (Yes, she deserves a capital T.) However, when my friend, Melissa, founder of Tipsy Scoop, told me about her tequila-based treats, I decided I needed to re-evaluate my long lost interest in the honey-colored nectar of the devils. After all, there was ICE CREAM in this tequila – how loopy could I possibly get? Also, if there’s a fourth thing in this world that makes me feel hot and bothered inside, it’s frozen desserts. After experiencing the delightful buzz of Grapefruit Paloma Sorbet, I felt I was a tangy grapefruit falling off a tree into a soft patch of grass. When engaging with the tart Raspberry Margarita Sorbet, I was in the Bahamas, lounging by the waves. And, oh dear LORD, when I tasted the Mexican “Hot” Chocolate with Tequila and it’s ever so subtle friend, Saint Germain, I was transported onto the top of a burro, trotting through Tijuana. Yes, I felt the tingles of tipsiness, but my out-of-body experiences had nothing to do with the alcohol I was consuming – the ice cream was just so damn good. I’m too old (and lame) to knock back shots of tequila these days but I’m not too old to enjoy my ice cream with a hint of it. Tipsy Scoop’s tequila treats have helped me to enjoy the strong liquor, and even more importantly, I can enjoy it without doing something embarrassing in front of complete stranger. I mean, unless I decide to willingly, which is totally possible.