Of course if you know the original lyrics it’s, “You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub” by 50 Cent.  It had been a long day and I was sick; so sick I finally broke down and went to the doctor.  I got a shot in the rump and antibiotics the size of horse pills to be gulped down for the next ten days.  As I was waiting for everything to kick in I decided to soak in a hot bubble bath.  I was running chills but craving a lifelong friend; most native Texans live for it.  I have even visited the museum in Waco several times.  Rarely do I indulge in it anymore but the little cans make me feel less guilty.  I sat there trying to decompress and I was reminded of the last time I reveled in one like this in the bathroom.  I was very pregnant and could no longer see my feet.  While taking a hot shower in the middle of the afternoon, I heard a tentative knock at the door.  The only other person in the house was my husband.  I told him to come in and I will never forget he left a cold can popped open just like this along with a hamburger.  They were on one of our nice plates complete with a napkin.  I was so stunned.  “I thought you might be hungry,” he simply said and then closed the door.  OK first:  I did not allow myself to have coffee during my pregnancy so this was a HUGE treat.  Second:  I had been a vegetarian for fifteen years until I got pregnant.  But my little wolf cub only wanted two things:  red meat and cherries.  A famous fast food place from the West Coast had just opened up in Dallas and it was such a big deal police were directing traffic in and out for weeks.  Seriously.  They make a burger if you know to ask for it called “animal style.”  To think my sweet husband had gone out and waited in that horrid line just to bring one back to me.  And for no other reason than he thought I might be hungry.  I felt like an animal as I devoured that hamburger IN THE SHOWER, with sauce running down my arms as hot water ran down my back.  Sighing contentedly, I chased it with my lifelong beloved beverage.  It was chilled and fizzy with one long drop of condensation running down its side.  I was horrified, disgusted, and so darn happy all at the same time.  Not quite the same as champagne in the club, but don’t knock a can full of bub in the tub!