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When I was 20, I went through an entire year in which I wore nothing but very tight, very graphic (think artistic, not “Florida Girls Squeeze Them Better”) t-shirts.  I preferred shirts with drawings of big hands, or abstract explosions, or women’s faces.

While wearing said t-shirts–my favorite look was a little tee with trousers, which made me an accidental Victoria Beckham?–we frequented a downtown Orlando bar called Chillers, which was like a giant alcoholic slushie machine dispensing neon drinks for the low, low price of $1.  (I even took my grandmother there once.  Hey, 80-year-old women appreciate the land-locked beach buzz too.)

These days, I make my own drunk slushies, thanks to 7-11 and the flask of vodka stashed in my glove compartment.  And thanks to the ironically named t-shirt company Chillers, I wear the slightly more grown-up, limited-edition version of lady-face while I’m at it.