Pink Drinkkk Epidemic

Ok Gents this ones for you... and no I did not mean to title this post Purple Drank.

So we all know my blog is about saving money. Obviously as a single woman or I guess as a woman in general there are certain perks- or assumed perks I should say.  The main one being free drinks. Its common knowledge, everyone knows it... Guys buy girls drinks because they want to be our *cough* friends. There's just one reoccurring problem: the Pink Drinkkk Epidemic.

I didn't really notice the epidemic till this past December when I went to Vegas- probably because prior to this I had been in a relationship forever with a guy who knew what I liked to drink. But this past December when I went to Vegas with the sister wives, it became obvious all too quickly that these days FREE drinks suck. Ok, thats being way too harsh. Alcohol is alcohol and FREE alcohol is FREE ALCOHOL!!! WOOO!

Nevertheless, yes, I am going to bitch about FREE alcohol. Our first night in Vegas, Jes, Lisa and I made friends with a cowboy- what can I say the rodeo was in town. He had the googly eyes for Lisa, but because he was a cowboy and a gentleman he bought us all drinks (really this was the perfect set up for Jes and I, free drinks and no forced, awkward conversations. Have I told you lately that I love you Lisa? haha) Anyways, our cowboy friend asks for our first drink order. TEQUILA!!!! We're simple women and we know what we like.

The cowboy returns from the bar with three pink drinks with sugar on the rim and a cherry floating in the bottom. We tried to be polite and sip our drinks, but really?! I'm not sure in what world TEQUILA means crappy, sugary, pink drinkkk. This happened over and over that night and the following nights as well. I chalked it up to midwest charm. He just thought, because we were ladies we didn't really want TEQUILA we wanted cute pink drinks. And it was totally cool with me, because he was able to track down my wrislet with ALLL my credit cards, cash, id and phone in it that I had left in a cab. Very nice guy.

Unfortunately, it wasn't just Midwest charm. Last week when I went out with a couple friends here in Atlanta the same thing happened... well sort of. While we were at a club some guy told me he wanted to buy me a drink. Ok, if you insist. He asks what I like- TEQUILA or BEER. He does the fizzle face. Nahhh!!! You don't want that! Lets do shots of Grand Marnier. I'm 110% sure that Grand Marnier is not TEQUILA or BEER.

Ok, I realize I sound like somewhat of a bitch. But really? Really? Come'on guys! My faith in men's drink buying abilities is going out the door.

Here's to spending my own money on drinks- to get what I really want! Some things are worth bending the budget for.

xoxo. Jildo

P.S. Just so you know this blog has been in the works for like five days. I wasn't sure if I should post it, because here in Atlanta without all of my alcoholic California friends and with Baptist churches on every corner I kinda feel like a bad person. I don't want to go straight to hell :(