Yes faithful readers, the time has come – a bit earlier than I remembered – for that glorious taste of strawberry to shock your tastebuds into an alcoholic dream of bubbles, beer and berries. In other words, Abita Strawberry has returned. And just in time, too. Because honestly, what’s better than grabbing a cold one and sitting in the sun on a Wednesday, the air of Hump Day Happy Hour around you, as you bask in the fact that we are, in fact, living the dream. Sure, we may have classes, but it’s 60 degrees, sunny (“all you really need is a light jacket”) and I’m walking around in flip flops in January. Yeah, life is good down in good ol’ New Orleans.