Blackberry Mojito
Not familiar with a Mojito? {Moe-HE-toe} It’s a fabulous rum cocktail from the island of Puerto Rico made with mint leaves muddled with a bit of sugar, rum, squeeze of lime and soda water. Muddling is a technical bartender term meaning mashed with a wooden stick. Think summer sun, a big umbrella, lapping waves, white sandy beach and this tall, cool refreshing beverage:

For the Ladies-
Your eyelids ease open in the moist warmth and, hidden behind the dark sunglasses, you cut your eyes toward the cabana boy. Boy? No. He’s a man, alright. One of his long, muscular legs is tucked up with both hands resting on his knee topped by his chiseled chin sprinkled with a two day stubble of black beard and he’s staring back at you. With all your strength, you raise your right index finger and let it fall crashing to the arm of the chaise lounge. He reacts immediately, popping his head off his knee and quickly standing. His tanned, handsome face is split by his beautiful white teeth framing a crooked smile and he turns to the bar. His just tight-enough shorts catch your eye as he waits for the mojito to be made. He takes the drink from the bartender and, as he turns, his unbuttoned shirt wings open, revealing a distinct six pack and rounded pecs lightly painted with short black hair. He moves easily and quickly toward you, his shirt still breezing behind him, his bare feet stepping through the fine white sand. As he sets the drink next to you, his Puerto Rican accent tickles your ear with, ”I asked the bartender to add a few blackberries. I hope you don’t mind.” Your slight smile signals acceptance and he turns. You watch and wait till he has resumed his post before taking a sip of the blackberry mojito.

For the Gents-
Your eyelids ease open in the moist warmth and, hidden behind the dark sunglasses, you cut your eyes toward the cabana girl. Girl? No. She’s a woman, alright. One of her long, lean legs is tucked up with both hands resting on her knee topped by her dimpled chin and she’s staring back at you. With all your strength, you raise your right index finger and let it fall crashing to the arm of the chaise lounge. She reacts immediately, quickly standing. Her tanned, beautiful face is split by beautiful white teeth framing a knowing smile and she turns to the bar. Her just tight-enough shorts catch your eye as she shifts from one leg to the other waiting for the mojito to be made. She takes the drink from the bartender and, as she turns, her unbuttoned shirt wings open, revealing an amply filled bikini top gently swaying as she moves easily and quickly toward you. Her shirt still breezing behind her, her bare feet stepping through the fine white sand. As she sets the drink next to you, her Puerto Rican accent tickles your ear with, ”I asked the bartender to add a few blackberries. I hope you don’t mind.” Your slight smile signals acceptance and she turns. You watch and wait till she has resumed her post before taking a sip of the blackberry mojito.

For Ladies AND Gents-
Then you jump up and say, ”Wow! Now, that’s a good drink!”

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