Mojito Mojo

Taking a cue from my cousin in California, I decided to summon the island flavors...un hechizo con o sin permiso. A few friends came over and the pestle pressed...lime, against mint, against sugar, and produced an aromatic medley of granulated squishes and citric squirts. Crushed ice cubes and cascades of DonQ Cristal, ended the evocation.
I stirred the fluorescent straw...my mind meandering a bit, to Macbeth. Double, Double, Toil and Trouble, Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble. I smiled...a bit of the Bard to banish this upcoming week's bureaucratic banalities. But, I needed something less bewitching. So my mind drifted from the stirring itself to the currents of rum, the whirlpools of mint, and the reefs of lime...dissolving myself slowly, into a better outlook, swaying with the undertow of an emergent optimism.
In the end, we all laughed, and talked for hours. Picaresque pleasantries of a sort, our banter played Sancho Panza to the dwindling amounts of DonQ. Tomorrow, most of us begin our weekly toils and troubles. Some of us may even be tempted to tilt at a few windmills.... Cheers to you and your mojo, however it may be invoked.