The South Beach Diet, but with Coke

That's pretty much what I've been doing this weekend. Which, according to Mr. South Beach Doctor Guy, is sort of like, "Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?" Because Coke is Satan, or something. But there's only about eight ounces left (but who's counting? And jittery?), and then I'll be good.

I actually like seltzer. Other than the way it blows out of the bottle when you take the cap off and then the flying cap nearly blinds you, and it burns your throat cause there's nothing to cut through the carbonation, and it has no flavor. But that's what lemon and lime slices are for! The poor little things will feel lost when I plunk them into something other than vodka...