As much as this makes me seem like I must have been adopted, I don't have much propensity for the kind of substance abuse that causes one to end up naked in gutter in a pile of one's own vomit ( as opposed to waking up naked in someone else's vomit, which would be perhaps even more unpleasant). In fact, I have never been drunk enough to have a hangover, despite the fact that in my family we were given our first drink at age four.  And by drink I don't mean a sip of a beer. I mean an actual drink, with ice and a little bit of water and the liquor of our choice, in my case, lime flavored vodka.

Although most flavored vodkas these days are clear, in  the 1970s colors were important. Which means it is entirely possible that my love of the lime colored Diet Mountain Dew developed from those (fuzzy of course) childhood memories of enjoying a cocktail with my dad after school.

My love of Diet Mountain Dew is somewhat infamous amoungst my friends. For example, out of the blue, the incredible fattest mailed me  a vintage mountain dew tee shirt, which was the inspiration for this week's