I feel like shit because I’ve caught whatever is going around. But I’ve got a daiquiri my dad made me. And here’s the thing. It’s not the drink that’s important as much as the glass it’s in. From my earliest youth I remember these specific glasses that my parents made daiquiris in. I remember being little and wanting to use them, but wasn’t allowed.
And now here I am some 40-something years later, and my dad hands me a daiquiri in those very same glasses. Tastes pretty damn good.
This is what holidays are about, Charlie Brown.