Snowball is playing a dangerous game

I'm hosting a few friends for a holiday happy hour this evening. This sounds fun, but there is a real danger that I'll be drunk before they arrive.

Why, Megarita? Why do you have a drinking problem?

It's not a drinking problem, chiquitas. It's a solution. I'm building several Christmastinis. (I'd like to thank WalMart for giving me the courage to name them that without apology. No holidaytinis here! No Festivus Cocktails! Oh, no! BABY JEBUS WANTS A CHRISTMASTINI! Although saying this [laughingly!] makes me want to concoct cocktails called Magi-tini or Manger-tini and really take this to a new level. Where's Washington Cube when I need her?)

Friends like JordanBaker, MysteryGirl!, Retrodragon, and Momentary Academic have expressed concern over my Christmas madnesses. They describe their own holiday festive-ness in comparison to my own mania. A few paraphrases to illustrate:

"I'm pretty excited about my gingerbread house! I mean, not like Meg, but excited!"

"That's Meg Levels of holiday spirit!?!! Yikes!"

Thankfully, other friends like Diva T can still call me up and say things like, "Smiling's my favorite!" and we can roar and tra-la-la without a care. I am a happy goddamn elf this month.

But back to my potential hostessless award . . .

I'm building several 'tinis based on my favorite holiday flavors: nutella, chocolate mint, and creme brulee. I've found basic recipes for the latter two, but I've got only my past conversations with SuperMixologist Scottie to work with for the Nutellatini. I've bought things like creme de cacao and Frangelico (chocolate and hazlenut flavors) but the rest is up to me. Which means I need to start mixing minitinis around 5 in order to fix the recipe by the time my guests arrive.

Which means my liver might need some warning. Happy Friday, snowflakes!