White Lightning

When I was at the cookout with the mortgage lenders and former sumo wrestler, I was offered a cherry. Innocent that I am, I ate one, and it turned out the clear liquid in the jar that the cherries had been soaking in was moonshine. It tasted awful, like rubbing alcohol and gasoline, and my mouth went numb for several minutes.
Anybody know what this flower is? I think it might be a four o’clock?

Here’s a pretty lily in my yard.

Now, back to the freelance work. Bummer.