When I picked this up, my sister warned me that Celia Rivenbark is the most annoying woman alive. While I may not want to make her my BFF, I nonetheless thought that You Can’t Drink All Day If You Don’t Start in the Morning, which is basically a collection of diatribes against the world written by a slightly drunk Southern woman, was pretty fucking funny.
“I have several close friends who have run marathons, a word that is actually derived from two Swahili words: mara, which means ‘to die a horrible death’, and thon, which means ‘for a stupid T-shirt.’ Look it up.”
Rivenbark peppers the book with similar statements, commenting on her crazy Southern friends, popular trends, etc. Nothing spectacular for a memoir, really, but it’s still pretty funny. She also includes some random recipes, with little stories about the people who provided them. Some of them look pretty damn good — especially the alcoholic ones…
