It’s happened.I’ve officially turned into one of “Those People.”You know. Those “seltzer drinking” people.Please don’t hate me. Perhaps it was inevitable. Or (whisper)…maybe I was born this way.GASP!But I don’t drink beer. And sometimes I have to admit that my signature gin & tonic really DOES taste like a pinecone.So when my husband recently brought home a four-pack of pineapple-flavored High Noon vodka seltzers, I initially scoffed & labeled them a “sissy drink.” I compared them to WHITE CLAWS…a beverage whose website features an article about dogs surfing.(For the record, my dogs do not surf. They eat, sleep, fart, and puke up grass. Like 99.9% of other normal dogs.)However my husband insisted that I try a sip of his seltzer. It should be noted that I aced Nancy Regan’s fifth grade “Just Say No” campaign with flying colors. However, I failed the peer pressure booster class at age 50. So,…