High Lonesome

The Gater Guzzle: Florida Primary Drinking Game

So it's going to be a long night.  Or at least so it seems to look that way judging from the last round of polls for the Florida Primary.  That is, assuming you believe exit polling data. Personally, I think the public is so fed up with being pestered by robo calls and pollsters that they are deliberately jerking their collective chains to get even.

To pass the time, and to take away the dull ache of the non stop clueless political jabbering of Team CNN, here is a drinking game from me to you to play as the results come in.

The Gater Guzzle

• Each time someone states that winning Florida will make candidate x, y, or z the front runner chuckle and take a drink. *two drinks on the Democrat side as there are not delegates up for grabs
• Each time Wolf Blitzer forgets that James Carville and Paul Begalia have been given the boot until the end of the Primary Season take two drinks
• Each time the CNN panel agrees that the Republican Party is finally embracing McCain gag and chug your glass
• Should Hillary lose and send in a written concession speech as she did in South Carolina, take three drinks and sing "Sweet Caroline"
• Each time Wolf Blitzer comments that the "race is tight," take one drink
• Any references to Camelot, take two drinks
• Each time someone brings up a GOP "brokered convention," take two drinks
• Each time someone uses the words "John Edwards" and "king maker" in the same sentence, take a drink when you've stopped laughing
• Should, at any time, CNN cut to cover a speech by Bill Clinton, drink straight from the bottle.

TGIF Happy Hour Hottness

TGIF and all that jazz.  This weekend marks the last days of the National Western Stock Show in Denver, CO.  Only a few more hours left to do some ogling.  For those of you who haven't attended, I would encourage you to do so this weekend.  The weather is going to be terrific.

This evening I'm off to Happy Hour with Mike, Pam, and Deb at the Samba Room.  Normally I'm not one for sweet drinks, but their mojitos are particularly fatal.  We'll be the table lamenting the commie libs recent success in banning cigar smoking in the lounge.  Honestly, if these pantie waist do gooders really wanted to accomplish something.  How about we ban breeders from bringing the fruit of their loins into decent restaurants.  Now THAT would be a boon for business.

For those of you who can't go...here is some random rodeo hotness for your enjoyment!

Cheers!!

Kick it Back

No real reason...I just feel like chillin'

All Things Being Equal: It's Martini Time!

All this being equal.  I hate that phrase.  It's right up there with "think outside the box," all the blather about "new paradigms," and the notion that x, y, or z is "powerful."  Ugh.  It's almost as annoying as people who insist on boring us with critical theory jargon at cocktail parties.  I say almost, because at my parties we throw empty liquor bottles at the offender and mock him/her endlessly.  It's oodles of fun!

Today I got to waste an hour and a half of my day in a meeting with a team of middle management meat heads of one of my clients.  In the first fifteen minutes I was reminded just why I ran screaming for the exit during the first eight months of my corporate servitude.  By the end of the first half hour I was ready to scratch my eyes out.

What did we accomplish?  Not much.  Unless you count their decision to form a committee on their end to discuss the meeting, and we'd need to meet again after the first of the year to review that committee's recommendations. What they plan on discussing, I have no idea.  All I heard was an hour and a half of tired industry buzz words.

For God so loved the world, he did not send a committee.  *sigh*

Still all was not lost.  I did encounter a great new cocktail as I sought solace at the Purple Martini following the cluster-fuck meeting.  The Steel Magnolia.  Try it, it's great!

• 3 oz Gray Goose Vodka
• 1 oz Pomegranate
• 1/2 oz Grand Marnier
• 1/2 oz fresh squeezed lime juice

TGIF!!!

Family Memories from Mothers Scrapbook

Wow, yet another scene from my childhood made public.  Is nothing sacred???

Words To Live By...

Never delay the ending of a meeting or the beginning of  cocktail hour....

TGIF...Finally

It's Friday...it's 5:30, and I'm outta here.  For you viewing pleasure, here are a few fine looking fellas to keep ya busy.

Peace Out!

It’s Cocktail Time on the Veranda

Today was one of “those days.”  You know, where the ineptitude and basal incompetence of those around you threatens to hurl you from the Cliffs of Insanity.

In my life I have 3 sources of this vexation; one, the Drak Lord, two, The Land of Irvine, and three, Comcast.  All three came to me, like an unholy trinity.  I had to escape to the one place where I could regroup and gather my strength.

Happy Hour!

The Usual suspects were involved.  We even discovered a great new martini cocktail.  Try it for yourselves.  Delish!

1 cup sugar

1 cup water

2 strips orange zest

1 handful jasmine flowers, plus more for garnish

1/2 cup Gray Goose vodka

1/4 cup Grand Marnier

1 lemon, juiced

Mix the 1 cup of water with the 1 cup of sugar [for this I like the 50/50 ratio better, if you go with traditional simple syrup the end sucrose is too sweet and overpowers the jasmine].  Combine with the orange zest in a pot over medium heat and simmer for 2 minutes until the sugar is dissolved, swirling the pot over the heat now and then. Put the jasmine in a mason jar or glass container and pour the sugar syrup on top; steep for 1 to 2 hours to infuse the jasmine flavor into the syrup.

In a martini shaker filled with ice, combine the vodka, Grand Marnier, lemon juice, and 4 tablespoons of the jasmine syrup. Shake until frothy and pour into chilled martini glasses. Float a jasmine flower in each glass for a little Southern Decadence.  Even Miss Clairee would approve!

Lemon Basil Goodness

Some things are needs and others are necessities.  Take, for example, happy hour.  In most instances I reluctantly concede that happy hour is only a need.  After last weeks trip to the Land or Irvine is was clearly a necessity.

The usual suspects were involved, and, as always, a good time was had by all.  As fate would have it, we were introduced to a new cocktail:  The Tuscan Samba.

• 3 oz Gray Goose Vodka
• handful of basil
• juice of 1 lemon

Muddle together and shake over ice.  Serve in a chilled martini glass garnished with a sprig of basil.

Delish!  Try it yourself this weekend.