Can I quote you on that?

Sitting alone one evening après le debauchery that was Miami, I was having a pity party of one, realizing that the fun was all over and that my once liquid cash flow had dried up to resemble a dusty arroyo in New Mexico. I moped about the house, lamenting to the dogs that we had no tall, frosty beers in the fridge and nothing to do. Then I remembered we have a pool. Yes! Princess should have a swim and forget her blues. But before going in, I rummaged through the cabinet and found some old vodka and some new sour apple mix. Ha!
I am aware now of how foolish my next thought was and thanks to my BFF "D" who laughed and laughed at my so-called poverty, I am smacked, snorting, all the way back to reality:
"I guess I'll just have to swim in my pool and drink green apple martinis until we can afford beer."