Whenever I think of White Russians, I always think of the time my sister Kasey and I were playing cards with some friends. One of the friends and Kasey butted heads all night long. Well if you know Kasey, alcohol is not the cause of her loud and boisterous behavior. That's just how she is naturally. And in fact, she was probably nursing her brand new baby, so she probably was slowly sipping one drink. So when the friend said, "Have another White Russian, KASEY!", it was like...crickets...AWKWARD...
Now it has become the catch phrase in life for when somebody is totally not drunk, but you accuse them of it anyway to be funny. You can use it too. It's my gift to you.
"Have another White Russian, KASEY!"
So lately the White Russian has become my favorite drink. I am hooked! I love them. You just do equal parts Vodka and Kahlua and a splash of cream. Delish. The other night I used up the last of the Kahlua and so today when my mom and I were at the liquor store, I asked her if she wanted me to replace the bottle. "No!", she said, "We never use it. I bought that in Cancun."
(We went to Cancun in the year 2000.)
"MOM!!! You could have told me before I drank it!!"
"Well, you're not dead are you?"