Shoot, I missed tipsy Maria. Stupid sleep, taking up all that time.
I take it back. I love sleep. Don't forsake me, sleep.
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Shoot, I missed tipsy Maria. Stupid sleep, taking up all that time.
I take it back. I love sleep. Don't forsake me, sleep.
-t! We still good for tomorrow?
Perkins! Yes!
Yay! See you at 11:00!
Some day I'll tell you all about the last week, and perhaps the next, but right now it would take five hours and I'd be crying for most of them. Which is funny, because while it has been pretty intense and there have been some bad parts, overall it hasn't been a bad week.If you need, and when you are ready, we are here for you, lib.
He was having dinner in his high chair, and there was this noise, and his eyes got really big and he looked at me and threw his arms up into the air in the "Pick Me UP!!!!" sign. The DH provided his dialog: "Help! It's eating me! Starting from the bottom!"t stifles giggles
Poor Mal...
I prefer gimlets to martinis. But for some reason, I keep getting the idiot bartender. the last three times I've ordered a vodka gimlet, it's been wrong. A gimlet is very simple. vodka with a splash of rose's lime juice. I say "I'd like a Grey Goose gimlet, straight up"
Time 1 - she says "you don't want any ice?" I repeat "nope, straight up". She then gives me a brandy snifter full of WARM VODKA and way too much Rose's. I take it back to a different bartender, he makes it properly.
Time 2 (last night) -- he puts WAY too much rose's in the damn thing, plus tries to leave the ice in and gives it to me in a highball glass. I repeat "straight up", he then digs the ice out with a spoon and hands it to me. I tried to drink it, but no. thank God for open bar.
Time 3 (also last night, attempt 2) -- bartender puts ice in a highball glass and pours in vodka, then looks at me. I say "vodka and rose's lime juice" I point at the lime jiuce. He picks up the grenadine, which is next to the lime juice. I say "no, LIME" . He adds a splash of rose's then goes to hand me the drink. I say, a bit testily "straight up. that means no ice. Shaken with ice, then strained into a martini glass". He says "oh" and proceeds to do it. Should not be this much effort at a four star hotel.
My vodka gimlets end up being vodka tonics about half the time I order them. Fortunately, I do also enjoy vodka tonics, but damnit, I wish people would learn to listen.
My favorite bartender ever was the one in New Orleans, who when I ordered a "Ketel One martini with extra olives," not only gave me two full cocktail skewers of olives in the glass, but two MORE skewers in a little plate on the side. He got a nice fat tip that night.
Vodka and Lime has a name? Although my vodka and limes tend to have more of the lime than these gimlets you speak of, methinks.
This is me learning my new thing for the day.
My favorite bartender ever was the one in New Orleans, who when I ordered a "Ketel One martini with extra olives," not only gave me two full cocktail skewers of olives in the glass, but two MORE skewers in a little plate on the side. He got a nice fat tip that night.MEST! And it's made me smile and smile big. And tip and tip big.
MyExperienceSupportsThis
Though Votex's post makes me realize that my lack of bartending skillz should not have led me to determine I had no career in bartending.
Dude, I could so be a great bartender if I got good directions like those for every drink.