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*
