... hmm. Make a Bourbon Sling?
Although the thought of lemons makes me a bit queasy. I had a brutal attack of food poisoning earlier this month. I did a Linda Blair (pop culture reference there) in a car right after eating and it Was Not Pretty. I spent 10 hours in the bathroom after that and ended up losing 6 pounds and 2 days of my life.
What did I learn from such an event?
Well, if that had happened to a much older me (say, 20 years), I'd be in the hospital. A sobering glimpse into my future, perhaps. If that happened to a much younger person (like a child), they'd be in the hospital, too.
What it taught me was that life is a gamble, no matter what. I could eat at a 5-star restaurant and possibly get sick, or at a dive bar where I've eaten dozens of time before (as I did this time). Sometimes you get that bad onion ring or slightly spoiled tartar sauce. It's a spin of the wheel who gets zapped. This time it was me.
Or as Auntie Mame would say "Life is a banquet and most poor sons-a-bitches are starving to death." Although the thought of a banquet still makes me feel a bit ... odd.