Tonight, my dears, there will be a Margarita party at this knitter's new casa.
Since I am the more virtuous one of the group, I shall partake of a margarita of the virgin variety.
(Watch the lightning God sends my way for using the word "virtuous" so loosely.)
By "virtuous", I mean "gaseous". "Likka" (Liquor) gives me a horrible case of the "bubble guts", and I'm trying to save the ladies from the symphony that will inevitably ensue.
See, I'm thoughtful like that.