
Fernds, Kym and Des
Des insisted on ordering shooters. Kym (who was attending/organizing) the Rampage fashion party at the restaurant next door (eek, it's Maurice! is that Phomela...?) joined in us just as the B52s, Long Island ice teas and my SanMig light beer arrived. How to describe my first taste of B52, aflame and sucked thru a straw: chocolatey, with the burning sensation hitting your throat immediately afterwards. Debbie calls it a "sexy drink." At 195 bucks a shot, it better be.

3/4 ounce Kahlua + 3/4 ounce Baileys + 3/4 ounce Grand Marnier = My face as red as my shirt
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