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Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Starbucks Liqueur - My New Favorite Thing
One of the first things you must know about me - I love Starbucks. I love the drinks (not their brewed coffee), I love my baristas (hi Rebecca, Celso & Margie), I love the smell, I love the mugs, the bears, the candy, et al. I don’t care one iota that they’re a big chain. I live in Las Vegas, home of big chains. If someone comes along that’s better, they’ll take business away from Starbucks. For instance, I love bubble tea, but Starbucks doesn’t care about all of my beverage needs, so a local place opened near us. I often spent my daily beverage cash getting bubble tea, instead of going to Starbucks. See how that works? Anyway, the place was mismanaged (ugh, they had the WORST espresso) and went out of business. I’m still mourning their demise. So, anyway, first a Quigman’s comic that’ll give you some insight into my life, then on to the liqueur.
Now that you understand me a bit better, let me continue on with my story. Today, we went to Von’s to buy a few necessities: dog water (my precious Phoenix, of the horrendous allergies/bladder problems needs bottled water), Soft Soap w/ Moisturizer (everything else dries my hands out), Friskies Turkey & Gravy (to entice our new adopted cat, who stopped eating because she was depressed and now has a feeding tube, into eating with her actual mouth)...and really, that was about it. Naturally, the total ended up being $141. Have I mentioned that I love grocery stores and new products? No, probably not. If anyone will notice a new product at the store, it’s gonna be me. Someone should use me to test advertising or something. Anyway, we walked in the store, veered slightly left and something made me go down the booze aisle. It’s a rarity for me. I’m a horrible drinker. Ever since I was a kid, when I tried to sneak booze from my parents’ bar while they were out of town, I’ve wasted more booze because I thought it tasted gross. As a kid, I tried to make screwdrivers because that’s all I knew about it and orange juice was the only mixer in the house. No matter how much I OJed that baby up, it still tasted like vodka. Blech. But I love the pretty bottles and I’m always tempted to keep trying. When Leigh-Ann was in Philly with her family last fall, I was home watching Monday Night Football alone. I figured I’d give booze another shot. So, I made whatever one makes with limeade, ice and citrus vodka. Again, no matter how much limeade, I could taste the vodka. They should really scoop up some of my genes and spread them around some alcoholic families.
Oh yeah, back to the booze aisle. I was admiring all of the pretty bottles and wishing I liked alcohol more. We have a bar (cuz it’s pretty and says “Bar” in stained glass on it), we have a bunch of different bottles, but I never drink more than once or twice a year. But, but, but, then my keen eyes espied the Starbucks logo on the shelf! Whooo, a new product in the store. It was $27.99, more than any other bottle of booze I’ve ever contemplated buying. I told myself that if I didn’t like it, at least the bottle looked swell. I came home, had a little splash in glass. It was yummy. Sweet and coffee-ish. I added some half & half (bought especially for my coveted Starbucks drinkie) and it was sweet, coffee-ish and creamy. None of the icky boozy burn in my throat from other drinks. It tastes a little like Kahlua, but much better. Although, for the price, it should be. Normally, as a mostly non-drinker, I’d be ashamed of my $28 impulse buy, but today I found out the mortgage refinancing was approved and I felt like celebrating a little. Leigh-Ann got some Cosmopolitan mix for like $3. I’ll just try to think of it as we spent $15 each on booze, even though hers didn’t even have any alcohol in it. It smelled exactly like Hawaiian Punch, which I also love. This trip to the store, so worth it.
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