mudslide memories

The summer after our junior year of college, I joined Suzanne working at the Shoreline restaurant in Lake George.  It was my first time working in a restaurant, but Suzanne was a pro.  Thank heavens, or I never could have done it! 
The best part of that summer, other than working with Suzanne, was the mudslides.  At least once a week, we would gather at Suzanne's for mudslides after our shifts.  Mudslide Sundays....Mondays...Tuesdays.....any day would do!  Mmmmm.  Our tools:  a blender, ice, ice-cream, Kahlua, vodka, and milk.  Divine!  Shawn, Sue, and Suzanne were pros - they mixed a mean pitcher of mudslides without even thinking about it. One night early on, they let me mix them.....then promptly forgot that I was A) mixing them and B) had never done it before.  Ice, check.  Ice cream, check.  Kahlua....no one is watching me...okay, that looks good.  Vodka.....no one is watching....should I stop now? No one is watc - "Stop!!!!," shouts Suzanne.  Much laughter ensues as we try to determine if we can still drink them.  Holy intoxication, Batman, those were the strongest mudslides ever!  Stole your breath, put hair on your chest strong.  I can still see Shawn's face when he took the first sip!   I think we may have had to mix them with a second pitcher.  Oops!

The four of us had a lot of fun that summer....the Melissa Etheridge concert may go down in history as our finest moment.  (But that's a story for another time!)  I'm happy to say we are all still friends.....and Shawn and Suzanne are now (legally and officially!) related.

I learned so much that glorious, alcohol-soaked season, but one lesson has really served me well through the years: making a proper mudslide.  Of course, you need the right ingredients, but, most importantly, if you want to drink them:  never, ever let the newbie make the mudslides.