So, after I re-read my post about Labor Day Weekend, I realized that I talked about Strawberitas like they were my wingman to every event or something. If for every time I said the word "Strawberita" on my blog yesterday you had to take a drink of a Strawberita, you'd all be as drunk as I was at Hubby Jack's birthday party. And then you would proceed to fall asleep whispering about how Skinny Meg commented on one of your blog posts once. This would all make your fiance really start to wonder about you...
What is this infatuation I have? Why do they have to taste so good and come in such a cute, compact can? Can you imagine just how much better high school and college would have been with Strawberitas in the mix? Can you?!
Now I know I told you all about how I joined Skinny Meg's diet bet yesterday, and yes I am wholly committed to losing weight and getting healthy. But I'm the type of person that can't have serious restrictions. It makes me want to rebel in the worst way. So cutting out Strawberitas is a deal breaker for me. Not that I get the shakes or anything without them, but they make doing things like cooking dinner and folding laundry a lot more enjoyable
Plus they come in such cute little cans people. I can't get over it. They are like Polly Pocket sized.
If you couldn't tell, I prefer mine straight out of the can, even though I don't like drinking soda, beer, or anything else out of a can. Cans are dirty and just not my style. But there's something so sophisticated, so chic, about this dainty little can with the strawberries and the margarita glass on the sides. I feel like a lady when I'm drinking my Strawberita out of the can. A real classy lady.
Some people may prefer Strawberita's sister, Limearita. To you people, I say suck it! You're missing out on all of the goodness that Strawberita's have to offer. Please don't ever offer me a Limearita. Would you offer Beyonce some Boone's Farm? I didn't think so.
Yeah, I just compared myself to Beyonce.
For whatever reason, all of the bars in my area don't stock Strawberitas. I don't get this level of thinking because it's just nonsense. If you serve it, they will come. So I will resort to taking them just about anywhere that it's socially acceptable. I will stock my purse just to go lay out at my friend Megan's, I will pop a few in a bag to take to a cookout at my sister Jaime's, shit I will even sneak them out onto the golf course because I'm such a rule breaker like that.
For someone who used to strictly be a beer drinker, Strawberitas have changed my whole outlook on life. They taught me to try new things, because you just might love them. They taught me that great things come in small packages. And they taught me that what may seem like a bad decision, (getting hammered at your sister's wedding and karaoke-ing for 5 hours straight) is just Strawberitas way of saying, let loose and have fun girlfriend. Life's too short to waste all that extra time drinking 4 more ounces of beer with 4% less alcohol per volume. I thought this was Get Your Shit Together September people! Priorities!
Anyways, I hope you're all encouraged enough to give Strawberitas a try. I'd love to hear about all the bad decisions you make under her spell :)
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