First of all, I’d like to thank all 12 people reading my blog today. I realize March Madness is upon us. In hindsight, I realize that is precisely why Mac Daddy whisked me off to Charleston for a tenth anniversary surprise getaway last weekend. Points scored and subsequently redeemed for an inordinate number of hours perched in front of our old dusty TV following an orange ball bouncing from here to fro. I can’t get past the lanky guys in ill fitting shorts who have massive pipes. Did boys have muscles like that when I was in college? I think not.
Couch therapy takes on a whole new meaning during March Madness. Pass the chips, man.
Basketball is more grunge less refined, right? It’s a beer swilling sport for the most part. Then again, all sports are beer swilling sports. Well, not polo or horse racing, but I’m not talking country club and cotillion here. Mac Daddy is a slave to basketball. He evens follows my alma mater to keep me abreast of all that’s (not) happening on the court in Hooville. Apparently my guys weren’t on the bubble this year. They weren’t in the same zip code as the bubble. There might have never even been a bubble.
In any case, because I’m not a bitter kind of girl, I’d like to celebrate the bubble today. A toast to those teams whose bubbles didn’t burst (not that I know who they are).
The Bubble
2 ounces lychee juice
3 ounces dry champagne
Pour the lychee juice into a champagne glass and top with champagne. Leave the garnish out today. I mean really, you can only fancy up hoops so much.
Cheers to the Madness that is March!
So tell me, who’d you pick to go all the way?
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"Hoop it up!" My guy likes beer for his bubbles and he is all about the March Madness. I fear I may have to leave him over the weekend to endure that darn TV set!
So jealous. Charleston is my fave city in the south!
Where do you get lychee juice? I'd love a cocktail, but I'd pass out.
You have me trained at 5PM on Friday I start thinking about a drink- all your fault really. Just wanted to say thank you for contributing to my blissful delinquency.
Ehem. I picked Kansas. And we know where they are today. ;-b