If you’ve never heard of Betty Picnic Day, don’t fret. I hadn’t either. But if you guessed that it was maybe just a day when a bunch of chicks named Betty got together and had a picnic, you’d be pretty much right.
Meanwhile, I’ve never liked the use of “name your poison” or “choose your poison” in reference to booze. Maybe just because I like to drink booze, but I don’t like to drink poison.