Ah, Italy, that’s what I’m thinking. I turned 21 in Florence where everyone drank wine, so it was no big deal. I developed a taste for good wine and good food while in Italy; so yummy. I also developed a taste for good beer. Thank you Austria. Alas, the gluten monster has prevented my consumption of good beer, but good wine and good friends are always on the menu. I’m not stranger to the struggles of life, love and labor. Some days the only things that got me through were good friends and good stiff drink. To that end my friend Sharon taught me to say, “Thank you for my 8 oz.” Thank you to my friends and thank you Jose Cuervo Margaritas. You’ve been there in good and bad times.