<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9166/kf2jez2ffuppdmu6g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong></div></div>I’m not so much having a problem concentrating as feeling just errrr dizzy(?).  This could be Silk’s fault—cheap gin apparently has a whole range of cheapness.<br/><br/>Robbie, perhaps sitting in on too many poker games (Mechelle?) has doubled up on the Cointreau.  And Mechelle, perhaps trying to give Robbie a good example, simply says lemon.<br/><br/>Mmmkay, or is that Mmmkkkk?<br/><br/>It seems that Silk is the next drink ingredient girl.  I can’t tell if she has a carefully cultured ‘cheap-gin’ resistance or if she is smirking behind a pleasant amiable exterior.  I give her a look, then a second look, the last with a quizzical eyebrow lift—which conveys at least<em>ingredient please</em>but could also be taken for<em>tell me all.</em><br/><br/>I look at Mechelle, saying “Lemon?  Really?”<br/>