Yeah, I don't drink anything but water, as a rule. Well, coffee in the mornings, that's a given, but other than that? Not so much... I'm speaking purely of non-alcoholic drinks, of course.

Yep, me too. (I have about one diet Coke a month, and the very occasional Dry Meyer Lemon GUS, but that's it.)

Juliana is me. Shocking.

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I cannot stand most teas. I'll drink tea when I'm eating at a Chinese restaurant (preferably jasmine tea), and I'll drink Thai iced tea, but that's it.

I am so tired right now that little tasks like making up a list of attendees and ordering catering are too much for me.

Water is gross. I hate the way it tastes. And first person to tell me water doesn't have a taste gets a boot to the head, because it DOES, and that taste is RAUNCH. (No matter where it's from, or how filtered it is. Yuck.)

I have to say, I love the water here. It does have a taste, and it is yummy, slightly smooth and sweet even. NY had pretty good water, but it was much more neutral tasting to me.

You water drinkers are crazy, crazy, I tell you.

How do you stand the stuff?

I worship my SodaClub fizzy water maker.

I really need to get one of these. I miss my seltzer delivery. (The seltzer guy got too cranky about delivering to us to make it worthwhile, sadly.)

Oh, and while we're on the subject of beverages, Apartment Therapy has a terrific summer cocktail roundup. I need to get my ass in gear and make some basil lemon syrup for gimlets.

And to combine topics, Bon Appétit has a rooibos tea/gin cocktail I've been meaning to try.

I was drinking several cans/bottles of Coke in the 90s. A warning from my physician about my triglyceride levels put an end to that.

Now I only drink hot tea, (unsweetened) iced tea, water and seltzer, and only very occasionally Coke Zero when I'm feeling nostalgic.

And beer. In a tree.

I have sadly more or less turned into a teetotaler these days. I'll occasionally have one drink when at a gathering of friends for a celebration of some sort, but I just don't drink any more.

Now, since S can't have alcohol because of her liver, we don't keep any alcohol of any kind in the house.

Since I live with a non-drinker (The Boy stopped drinking in college at the same time he gave up weed; he figured that maybe alcohol would gateway him back into smoking pot, and he wanted to avoid that), I don't drink very much at all these days. It's not worth it to open a bottle of wine just to have a glass or two, because even with a vacuum thingy that will make the rest of the bottle palatable the next day, I generally don't drink it the next day, and then it goes bad over time.

And (sorry if this comes across as TMI), at BDSM parties, alcohol is generally verboten, because putting whips and chains and other owie things in the hands of someone who's inebriated is a Very Bad Idea. So a lot of my social events are alcohol-free these days.

Which amuses the hell out of me, because when I belonged to the Freak-Ass Church, we all drank Hemingway-esque amounts, more nights of the week than not.

Church = boozehounds; kinky people = teetotalers. Go figure. My life is nifty.