still okay.

so, neighbors...
i was feeling like celebrating, y'know?
i mean,
c'mon-
any day is a great day to assign more meaningful purpose
and presence and mindful new hottness to, right?
so when it's actually a day that commemorates something?
like half a decade of daddy's house?
yeah.
we'll all toast to that, for sure.
to that end,
i pureed raspberries to a pulp,
and mixed them together with lime juice,
and froze that smoothie-sauce inside some silicon cups,
and made it into fancy ice cubes.
cute ones, even.
i took some frozen raspberrries,
and used them in place of crushed ice.
(that food processor is the best piece of equipment i own)
i added a punch of sugar, because that's the way it's done;
and some bruised and torn mint leaves, shaken up with the iceberries;
and then some sweetened lime juice;
and topped it off with lemon-lime seltzer.
what?
well,
obviously i used a sprig of fresh mint as garnish.
what am i?
an A*-hole?
no way.
i doo-doo that mocktail-sh!t the right way.
uh-huh.
you knew where this was headed, didn'tcha?
i'll bet.
go ahead, check the teleport:

wordimus prime,
palabra-isimo primo, even,
it's a batch of razzled-up nojitos.
we repped those virgin jauns hard for mexican monday.
margarita mediocrity with the masses?
no way, jose (cuervo)
i guess y'all may not have heard the news-
it's STILL okay not to drink.
uh huh.
it is possible to enjoy people, places, and things
without getting F*ed up.
that's real.
worthy warrior poets and active participants already know all about it.
we've been acting worse and feeling better since forever ago.
last night was no exception, kids.
sure,
there was a whole tree's worth of leafy roughage floating like jetsam on top,
and the raspberry bits crept over the top of the iceflow dental dam, too,
but,
it tasted like summer,
and it tasted like victory,
because we do what we do,
and it all really happens,
every single time,
and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....