I’m ascending to the Cocktail Nation!
While I probably won’t be drinking tonight, I did pick up some (not cheap) cognac, and some (not cheap) dry vermouth.
I’m pretty tired, and about to wipe out.
I did manage to find a (what will be) funny drink recipe book at Half Price Books – which I shall take a picture of when my new camera comes in tomorrow.
Probably should not have imported all those other posts……
Oops.
I’m pretty exhausted. Thanks to The Girl on Top I managed to make my first Mexican Mojito on Sunday. It was damned tasty. Although, I didn’t sleep worth crap Sunday night…..I finally fell asleep at midnight, then woke up at 2:30, 4:30, and finally 6:45……oops. I overslept. Made it to work slightly late, was exhausted most of the day.
So, around 8:30pm yesterday, I’m thinking, “Aren’t I forgetting something?”. Sure enough – I had been meaning to stock up on some vermouth so that I could make a proper (vodka) martini. Also inspiring, I did try finally try a Manhattan. Gotta love the old school – it was pretty freaking fantastic….although I didn’t sleep worth crap last night either. 2:30, 4:30, etc, etc.
So what’s next? The Santa Fe? The New York Sour? Or the Salty Dog?
The Santa Fe seems a little complex for my tired mind, so I may wait for the weekend on that. I’ve got the goods for the New York sour, but I’m not in a whiskey mood. The Salty Dog (both Sammy Davis Jr’s favorite AND a cheesy 80’s metal band) sounds about perfect. I’ve got all I need including my last special grapefruit from that broker who continues to be a dick.
I can’t tell if I’m making these drinks because I’m infatuated with Andrea, or if I’m just a lush. Probably both. I think I gave her a hard time about having a small cocktail shaker, but it hurts my heart to see such a small amount of alcohol cooled at one time.
Off to the liquor store I go (again)
*Cheers*
I just found out that Beyonce Knowles went to my elementary school.
Well…..8 years or so after I did…but still…..interesting.
It’s a small freaking world.
I got up about a half an hour ago, I’m a little fuzzy. The show was pretty rockin’ last night – Responsible Johnny did kick some real ass – despite their own protests that they sucked. I liked the humility.
There was also another band called The Mumps – the only reason I mention this is that the guitar player/singer didn’t have a hand on his picking…uh….hand – he had a flying V and a picking stump. And he played the shit outta that V.
Had a lot of fun hanging out and it was a good night.
Gonna run to Ross’ today – I think he’s a little weirded out about everything.
(And in case you’re wondering, it was 60 prisoner squats that made my ass hurt – I’m going through a different cycle of exercises now)
What’s sad is I can’t figure out if I should keep one – since I’m not drinking right now. (They’re gifts…..I think. Hence the two other bottles of boring old Grey Goose behind them.)
I don’t always knock it out of the park.
