My search for mojitos was a quest and it has been conquered

It's been a couple week hiatus from blogging, and this is not acceptable. I blame finals, but this is still unacceptable. I sorry.

This weekend I was determined to find a mojito. On Friday, my coworker had this glorious idea of how great a mojito sounded, and this is when the adventure began. Google told us the best places to get a mojito were located in Detroit, and this would have been a legit Friday happy hour expereince except she already had plans with a friend and I had a paper I seriously needed to finish. Operation mojito was temporarily put on hiatus until I finished my paper, but once I did, the intensity was heightened because it went from wanting a mojito because it sounded tasty to a celebratory I finally finished my fucking final high five mojito. The only problem was I was headed out to the black hole, aka Waterford, Michigan where I knew none of the bars would have the ingredients for my celebratory mojito. So sadly, I went Friday without a mojito. Saturday though, I was still bound and determined for this mojito, so with fingers crossed I went to my local watering hole Page's in hopes for a mojito. Not even Page's could satisfy my quench for the mojito - they didn't have the mint leaves. DEVASTATION! I did have a mini beer though, and my juice, and the real version, so that sufficed for the time being.

So what did I do? Mojito-less and upset, I decided if you want something you better do it yourself. So I stopped at Kroger on the way home, bought some mint leaves and limes, and scooted on home and thus the Matsumoto Mojito was born. It's a classic mojito, but it was absolutely fucking amazing. I could drink mojitos all day. I'm sipping on a lovely Matsumoto mojito as I type. I friggin love me some mojitos.

I have come to the realization that having unlimited access to mojitos can be the best and worse thing ever. Having the ingredients means I can make myself a mojito whenever I damn well please, which is good and bad. Good because I can have a mojito when I want it and it is tasty and makes me happy. Bad because immediate access to something as yummy as a mojito could mean multiple drinks, and that can lead into trouble especially since tomorrow is Monday and I have this thing called work I have to be at. That being said, it is 5 o'clock somewhere, so I'm going to finish off this night cap and marvel over how super the mojito is.

The Blackout Files: Case File 001

Location: Clarkston/Davisburg, Michigan - Palmer's
Incident: Softball Party Celebration
Evidence: Scrapes and bruising on legs and hands, hazy recollection of the night in question, and a pounding headache
Culprit: Sake Bombs

Details: Victim arrives at location for night of joyous festivities. Being a polite guest, brings bottle of sake and Japanese beer as gift for host. Proceeds throughout afternoon mildly enjoying brews. At some point in the night, decides it is time to introduce host and other guests to the joyous beverage dubbed the "sake bomb." This is where we last see vic in coherent state of mind - what comes next is all a blur and a reenactment as told from witnesses.

Witnesses attest to vic attempting to enable others to continue to indulge in more sake bombs. When protest is given, vic insists upon sake bombage, and begins to get angry that other are not partaking. Insert CD - who steps into a time bomb explosion. Upon seeing CD enter, vic goes into a frenzy and attacks CD, taking down the coat hanger in process. Later in the evening, after vic's first failed attempt at capturing CD, attempts another sneak attack, only to fail yet again by slipping on wood floor and falling into stove. A third attempt happens even later in the evening, and while the saying goes, "the third time is a charm," vic careens off of deck for a failed third and final attempt. Distraught over three failed attempts to capture part of the minority triangle, vic decides it is a good time to bail, but is caught by host and friend. After a good, convincing conversation about why it is better to stay than to bail and the vic trying to roll the windows up in the car with her lock button, the vic calms down somewhat until the vic's phone is lost. Upon realization that the phone is missing, the vic goes into a frenzy trying to find the phone. It is later found by a friend, who got it from other party goers who were having a rather amusing time watching vic search in the grass for the phone because that is where they said it was.

Additional Details: Vic is taken away from location to another undisclosed location nearby for the remainder of the night. Further details are classified.