It’s The Margaritas, Stupid!
It’s all over NPR. Google is making me stupid. But I mean, are they sure? Is that what’s doing it? Or is it, you know, other stuff? I did a scan of recent life activity to see what else might be causing my newfound stupidity.
Could it be: 1. All those vuvuzelas 2. Too many Stacy’s pita chips while watching the NBA 3. That second grapefruit margarita after Game 6 (or was it Game 7?). 4. Watching 40 minutes of Fox News by mistake 5. Arguing with the mattress delivery dude about whether when they say noon to five that includes five-thirty. 6. Arguing with my daughter about proper etiquette for borrowing my white Splendid tee shirt 7. Riding seventeen floors on an elevator with a guy yelling into cell phone about the “Celtic bastards” 8. Arguing with Tom about the value of owning a smelly ’67 Mustang 9. Hearing Meg Whitman on the radio 10. Rearranging the bookshelf, and now not finding Proust, only Wally Lamb 11. The grapefruit margarita after US tied Slovenia
These things add up; they will dumb you down. I know I was smarter before all this happened (although I felt better about my own IQ after hearing Barton apologize to BP).
So, I wouldn’t be so quick to blame Google. In fact, I got a smidge smarter yesterday when I learned, courtesy of Google, that the people who attend bingo games outnumber NBA attendees by 59 to 1. (Note-to-self: tweet Kobe about this.)
3 ounces grapefruit juice
2 ounces tequila
1 ounce Grand Marnier
1 tablespoon lime juice
Pour all this stuff except the lime wedges in a cocktail shaker, add some ice cubes and shake 30 seconds. Pour into 2 glasses, or 1 glass if you’re livin’ large.