Oreggano and I haven’t hung out, just the two of us, for some time, thus, planned a little rendezvous in our favorite nearby resort town. In addition to enjoying the town’s atmosphere, we had each received birthday coupons from one of the restaurants and the coupons had to be redeemed in our birth month, which, according to their system, was in June.
As I waited for Oreggano to arrive, I had a chance to review the specialty cocktails. Once we were seated, I opted to try the ‘Kentucky Cousin.’ We both assumed it was going to be a concoction of inbred spirits, however, it was actually a concoction of bourbon, iced tea, lemonade and cherry liqueur. I’m not necessarily a fan of cherry, so this was really taking a chance for me. Oreggano, not a fan of bourbon or cherry, also decided to give it a try, “Why not? It’s my birthday, right?”
We all do things on our birthdays that we later (even minutes later) regret – this was the case for Oreggano. She was not a fan of Kentucky. Neither was I, to be honest. The server returned, offered to give me a different drink or let me mix it up. “Well, everyone knows cousins in Kentucky don’t have a cherry,” I advised her and then asked for vanilla liqueur instead. She, not surprisingly, didn’t get the cherry comment, but Oreggano and I found it quite amusing. The vanilla liqueur was a much better decision and, even though she isn’t typically a fan of bourbon, Oreggano quickly helped me consume it, and we decided to rename it, ‘Kissing Cousins.’
When it came time for dessert, which we, of course, had to order because we were celebrating our births, we decided to order a strawberry bellini. It was quite tasty, however, like most champagne flutes, it had a very small snout that made our snouts seem rather large. “Do you remember when I wanted to get a nose job so it wouldn’t get stuck in shot glasses?” I asked Oreggano. “I do. Looks like you would have benefited from that surgery about now,” she replied. I grabbed my glass of wine instead and, very easily, took a drink with plenty of room for my snout. “Fine in the wine,” I told her. “Fine in the wine, indeed,” she replied and we made one more toast to our birthdays. We’re looking forward to celebrating them again very soon.