Some Saturdays there is a criminal amount of buttery
sunlight coming at you from all over the place
and an un-ignorable amount of
rum and chai tea in your cupboard.
Some Saturdays, you hide your half-finished dog food
campaign and stack full of midterm briefs under a
catrtoonishly large rock in your mind
and embrace the catchphrase
"Sounds like a problem for future Hattie!"
Because, really who can bear to sink into
assignments when there are pillows in the world that are
waiting to be squished against my cheek
and boozy cider filled walks down the boulevard to be had?
The only thing that can make apple cider better is booze.
The only booze worthy of apple cider is
booze that honors not just any, but all of the spices
that warm our autumn souls
and make our hearts grow 3 sizes.
Spiced rum? Well played with the name, brother. You're in.
Vodka wearing a chai tea costume? Resourceful. You're in, too.
Honey? You're not booze, honey. But you do tend to bring the party. You may join.
Raise your mugs and rest your sleepy faces.
This is what fall is all about, after all.
Until the next, dears.