Mimosas are a girl’s best friend. Screw the Budlight, give me some low-fat cream cheese on low-fat crackers and that delicious bubbly drink that tastes like a sunrise.
Some theorists have concluded that heaven actually tastes like mimosas.
Mimosas are the perfect distraction from everything else that may be kind of crappy. My fantasy football team is falling apart, and I wasn’t able to get everything I wanted during Black Friday shopping. Dictators are dying, frauds are taking political office, and people all over the world are killing each other all the time. Yet, despite the depressing state of current affairs, we still have tasty drinks that are spiked just enough to take the edge off.
I have no answers, I have few desires, but on this day I have a mimosa as bright as the rising sun and as classy as a call girl outside of Tiffany’s at daybreak.
This is the life of a twenty-something writer’s block-afflicted lady.
Penned by Alina K. A. 