If you can't be kissin' the cover-boy you're missin', kiss the one you're with, I always say.
Ok, I've never said that before. But still, excellent weekend report, Trudy!
I've always felt like I should have a standard drink that I just order, but I like just about anything and have to assess my mood and see what everyone else is having before I can settle on something at any given time. It's a character flaw.
but it's fun to share it
Yep. My best friend and I answered an ad in Tiger Beat to join the Andy Gibb Fan Club. We filled out the paperwork together and sent our stuff in. We were scared our parents wouldn't want us to join, so we did it in secret and used our allowance money to join (I think it was all of $4.95). We didn't know any better and sent in cash.
We were so excited when we got the welcome letter and small booklet of pictures in the mail!!
Mojitos are tricksy beasts. A well-done one is very tasty, but too many of them end up tasting like a lime-flavored Pixy Stick. There's a restaurant in North Beach called Mojitos, and I think their mojitos are not tasty. Too much soda water.
I can't make a mojito at home.
I went to dinner at a friends and was asked do you like vodka, gin, scotch or rum. the answer is yes
TRUUUUDY TRUUUUDY TRUUUUDY.
It bears repeating. That's an awesome story.
Because YouTube is just the berries...
Shaun Cassidy,
Hey Deenie:
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(cc: Trudy, ChiKat, Glamcookie)
Shaun Cassidy,
That's Rock N Roll (& part of Da Doo Ron Ron [with The Crystals]):
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That's Rock N Roll
is missing the very first line (I was 16, and sick of school).
Matt, I think the mojito is one of the drinks that places do either very well or very bad. And the overall quality of the place doesn't matter! I've had mojitos in three places in Madison. The ones I thought would have good ones didn't and the one I wasn't expecting much from, had one of the better ones (an Ethiopian restaurant, who woulda thunk it?)
Trudy now has another good story.
And a whole bunch of (poor, poor) Andy Gibb, for good measure: [link]
Thanks Cindy!
One of the great "tragedies" of my childhood was when the Hartford Civic Center roof collapsed--I didn't care if anyone could have been hurt, my only concern was the fate of my Shaun Cassidy concert tickets! He played in New Haven instead. At the concert, one of my friends felt so stupid just sitting there when everyone else was going crazy, that she stood up and started screaming for no reason.