Sigh. I wish somebody would buy me a drink.
I’ve been longing for an icy shot glass or two of Baileys Original these past few days. Guess it’s because my birthday is due in another week. On the night of my 24th birthday- two years ago- I had Baileys and cake. The duo tasted divine together,and so the memory just stuck with me for years.
Well last year, I was teetering towards bliss and depression at the same time on my birthday, so there was very little reason to celebrate with cocktails. I did bake a scrumptious lasagna and my sister bought me cake- though nothing much happened afterwards.
This year however, I have finally emancipated myself and so far have stuck to my ideals, no matter what. Thus, the craving for Irish cream over ice.
I’ve always been partial to the original variety, but am presently raring to try the hint of Mint Chocolate variation. Hhhmmm.
I still wish somebody would buy me a drink- and lead me to the dance floor like there’s no tomorrow.
Saccharine Irony 
Thinking Aloud!