Alnord Palmer. Arnoll Plamer. Ah. Arr. Allnoll. Forget it.
I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I cannot say Arnold Palmer. It’s worse than aluminum. Or Millennium. Or pasketti. I mean spaghetti.
I do however, know how to make one. And it’s a good thing.
Because, (youngsters you might want to look away) as one gets….older….the hangovers get worse. Like white-hot sabers skewering my brain and my stomach roiling like I’m cast to sea in a rowboat. It’s getting (almost) to the point that I’m (almost) ready to give up the drink completely (but not quite yet). Often, the hangovers trigger the dreaded migraine.
It seems to hit harder when I imbibe during daylight hours. Why is this? Tell me Science! If I drink in the day, I’m hungover by 6. Yuck. Then you can’t even sleep well.
So friends, while my guests and spouse drink large amounts of beer while watching their “big game”, I will be sipping an Arnold Palmer so I can remain hangover and headache free.