I Left My Heart In San Francisco

You know that saying; ‘all the way to Timbuktu”? It’s usually used to refer to something that is inexplicably far. Sadly, out of sheer ignorance some people use it without considering that Timbuktu might actually be right in their back yard. For instance people in West Africa and all of Africa for that matter shouldn’t use Timbuktu as a point of reference considering it is a place situated right in Africa.

I prefer to use ‘all the way to infinity’ or ‘from here to Andromeda’ or even  ‘from here to December’ depending on the month of the year. If you are going to exaggerate at least do it right!

But for the purpose of this blog and its affiliation with the cocktail, we have… San Francisco… that’s far enough, right?

Recipe for I left my heart in San Francisco

1 oz Patron® silver tequila
1 oz cranberry juice
1 oz triple sec
1/2 oz lime juice
1 cranberry
1 heart-shaped Cranberry Juice ice cubes

Make frozen ice cube with Cranberry Juice and 1 cranberry. Shake vigorously in cocktail shaker Patron Silver Tequila, Cranberry Juice, Triple Sec and Rose's Sweet Lime Juice. Strain into a cocktail glass, float heart shaped cranberry ice cube and serve.

The things we do for love…

This week has been all about the heart break. My schedule has been reduced to work, lunch with Sheila, work, drinks with Sheila, stopping her from drunk-dialing Jay, blacking out on her couch or mine, work... and the carousel continues. Which means: no real sleep and no face time with the boyfriend.

He has made a point of staying clear of the sobbing girl. I can’t blame him though, I am also about this | | close to bailing on her or throwing her in front of a moving toy car… lol.

The worst thing about this phase is that I am not allowed to be in love or act like it, every mention of The Boyfriend just starts another hysterical bout of tears. So for now, I am restrained to only one feeling towards men… HATE! 

Last night the boyfriend called me while I was at Sheila’s joking about how I had dumped him for Sheila.

T.B: Don’t you miss me? I could also go into a crying frenzy if that’s what it will take to get you here.”

Me:  I am not even allowed to like you, leave alone miss you right now

T.B:  you girls are just weird, how do you just shut off your heart just because your friend got dumped

Me:  it’s only fair; when you finally dump me she will be right here shutting off hers for me

T.B:  ok, but for now I need to see you, so go get your heart wherever you left it and meet me for lunch tomorrow

And in as much as I love my best friend; I can’t forget that I still have a boyfriend who hasn’t dumped me yet. So today Sheila, you’re on your own. I need a break, and I need to feel again…

I miss the untainted smell of tequila without that underlying smell of salty tears

I miss drinking for fun and not to drown the sound of sobs

I miss joking about the silly things that T.B did or said

I miss my unbroken friend

I miss sex

And most of all…

I miss my heart