So...I get that y’all can’t all go to a lake. I feel super lucky that Emily’s uncle is cool with us coming up here. But you can have fun where you are too. Let me teach you how to make the Sybil Lake Sipper:

Get a big ass cup. Like way too fucking big. Like one of those cups that has a race car driver on the side or you bought for way too much money at a movie theater. Fill it at least half way with ice...maybe a bit more.

Dump gin it. Like not quite half but basically half of the cup.

Put some lemonade in there. But leave room. Cuz...

We are now gonna put some lime La Croix in. Not cuz La Croix is good. It’s not. La Croix sucks. But it’s bubbly and it’s in the fridge cuz someone likes it. Not me.

Now stir that fucker. You can’t shake it cuz you used way too big of a cup. So you have to find a butter knife and with zero shame dead ass look every person in the room in the eye as you stir that up. Stir stir stir.

Now go somewhere and sit for an and sip it. Sip and read about Christian anarchy or meditation or watch tik toks about white claw or tell your partner about a crazy local therapist that believes in conspiracies. Eventually after an hour, that big ass cup will be empty.

Then stand up. Oh yeah. You feel great. You’re gonna move furniture and call your friends and tell them you love them. You’re gonna draw a picture of the coronavirus just to punch the picture. That drink is done and now you’re having fun. That’s the Sybil Lake Sipper.