ION, Dylan is next to me basically making out with his reflection in our full-length mirror. It's insanely cute.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm with Jessica on the martini thing. Have the guts to order your straight up gin if you want to look manly.
Nothing with Bailey's is manly. Tasty, yes. Manly? Also, at last count I think there are about 47 different things that go by the name snakebite, so you never know what you're going to get if you order that. Their's was new to me.
My brother insists that basically, you keep the bottle of vermouth on the shelf next to the gin, and that's as close to his martini glass as the vermouth ever needs to get.
Now I'm not saying your brother shouldn't drink neat gin, but neat gin in a triangular glass != martini. Martini = gin + vermouth.
Just from the one summer I waitressed, I met a lot of people who share the "Vermouth! EVIL!!!" theory of martini-ing. And I wondered the same thing -- isn't it just a glass of gin, perhaps with an olive or onion?
(Though I prefer mine with Ketel One and as many olives as the bartender is willing to give me. So sue me, I just don't like the taste of gin.)
You and me both. Give me a dirty vodka martini and I'm a happy woman.
I'm having Roscoe's with Agent Kate tonight. It's going to be a hellacious drive over to Pico, yo.
SO BUSY AT WORK CANNOT ESCAPE THE BUSY.
I miss my friends.
Speaking of martinis, actual sentence in the email I just got:
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I'm having Roscoe's with Agent Kate tonight.
Tell her my mom sent me lolcats today!
tell her hi!
ion - I am sad for my life, I am buying myself pokemon cards.
Will do! She's pretty happy about lolcats.
I am not sad about msbelle's life, unless the pokemon cards have nothing to do with Mac.
I miss pinball. Amongst many things.
Allyson, I am totally jealous of you with the Roscoe's and the Agent Kate and the new apartment, soon to be all stripey and Tim Burton-y.
I will bow to Steph's brothers expertise in all things beery, but I too adhere firmly to Jess's belief that a martini without vermouth is in fact a glass of gin. I also adhere firmly to Daisy Jane's belief that a drink made out of vodka, vermouth and either an olive or an onion may be a delightful libation but it is not, strictly speaking, a martini.
Huh. It appears that I am a martini prescriptivist.