Sorry # 5

He chose me, in the end

but by that point I wasn't his to choose

And every text, every call

every unwanted anything

it just twisted the knife down, deeper and sharper

the knife I didn't realize he still held

I thought the whole point of a breakup was to end things

but this just kept going and going and merry-go-going

The Sorry # 5 is the cocktail for that special someone in your life

who learned the art of the apology too late

who won't stop sorrying, even when you haven't responded in days. weeks, years

who keeps presenting you with reconciliatory things and thoughts that have

way more to do with them than with you

The Sorry # 5 is the cocktail for them. And you. To be consumed when you need help staying off of that merry-go-round-and-round-and-round.

first, muddle mango

It makes the thing seem sweet and good

then rub the glass with a slice of jalepeno. drop it in, after.

a nice little kick in the throat, once you get past the mango. A reminder of what's really going on, here.

1.5 oz Tequila

it's the core of the drink. It doesn't taste good, when left alone, but is easy to hide amongst pretty things.

it will also most likely result in a night of rage dancing and will remind you that you are a very sexy lady indeed.

1 oz Gran Marnier

because for the life of me, you never see the fifth Sorry for it's component parts. Not at first. You see it all together, from a distance. And then it's just a matter of waiting for the waves of reactions to hit and crest and roll on through. And that second reaction-- the one that comes after the shock and before the anger and sadness--that second reaction is something like hope. Or at least, a painfully pleasant sort of sweetness. Before the memories rush back in.

Half a lime, to bring it all together, because you should always drink this with trusted friends. Have to combat scurvy at every available opportunty.

Club Soda, to taste. Hydrate or die-drate, people. Those tears won't replace themselves.