Daiquiris....

When I was in middle school my siblings and I received rewards for good grades. I was so weird that I once told my mother that they didn't need to pay me to make good grades because I made the grades for myself. So as a reward for "As" my mom and step-father would take us out to eat at Red Lobster at the end of each grading period. It's funny how that food was really good to me back then. The last time I ate at Red Lobster (per my father's request for Father's Day a year ago), I swore I'd never do it again. Side note: You can get those yummy garlic cheese rolls to go without enduring the rest of the frozen food.

On these special occasions and on vacation, we were allowed to order strawberry daiquiris. That was pretty exciting. As I looked older, I had to start clarifying that I wanted a "virgin" daiquiri, which I found a little embarassing. Saying the word made me blush. So yesterday as I was surfing around the blogosphere, I ran across something that reminded me of those days. I wish I remembered what blog it was from so I could post the link, but after so many clicks, I have no idea how I found the blog. Anyway, the female writer was recounting her sister's antics at a restaurant one night. The writer and her other siblings ordered Shirley Temples and whatnot. The waitress asked for her sister's drink request, and she blurted out that she "wants a daiquiri that's had sex." The children's mother, of course, wanted to crawl under the table.

p.s. I looked at the television listings, and it shows episodes of Grey's Anatomy at both 9:00 and 10:00. Just a heads up!