<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>Recovering from my first step of sipping the drink which feels like climbing out of the rabbit hole and rejoining ‘reality’, I look at the crew.  “I may have some odd allergy to umbrellas.  Certainly not cheap gin.”<br/><br/>Taking another sip of the concoction, I have an idea.  “How about a little mixology?  Someone suggests  a drink ingredient, then it’s next.  If one passes on the liquor suggestion, one passes with the suggestion of some food or appetizer.”<br/><br/>I pretend at eeny-meeny, moving my finger from one to the next (the over-the-pond girls may not know eeny etc., but they should get that I’m working on chance as to who goes first).  In great actress form I land on myself, clearly being fair and not faking it.<br/><br/>So my finger ends at me and I shrug.  “Cointreau!”  That’s a good start I’d say.  “Next!”<br/>