| Friday, November 16, 2007 |
| The undaily grind |
Earlier today, my mom asked me, "Weren't you supposed to be blogging every day this month?" and I had to admit that as was predicted a few days ago, I just couldn't hack it. Props to pals like Rog and Steve who are managing to do it, but I couldn't handle one more obligation in my life.
Another thing I apparently can't hack: drinking martinis. As I've previously reported, despite my love of martini glass iconography, I don't drink 'em. I was hanging out with some friends at a favorite watering hole and the featured drink of the day was the Journalist, which is pretty martini-like as it features gin and vermouth, along with a few other ingredients (triple sec, lemon juice and bitters). It was served in a beautiful conical glass, but it was just too, too strong for me and I wound up having to give mine to one of our compatriots. I ordered a glass of tap water instead. From now on I'm sticking to foofy girl drinks with umbrellas and extremely lopsided fruit juice to alcohol ratios.
Everything -- everything! -- has been moved out of the condo, which is due to close on Wednesday. What a happy day that will be, owning just one home and not two. The place looked so weird the last time I saw it, all empty. I guess it's sort of like looking at a dead loved one at a funeral visitation -- the person is recognizable, but the soul is gone. Luckily, we're pretty well settled into the house by now, which is a far, far better place. |
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I'll never forget the first time I drank a real martini. I was in grad school at Berkeley and gotten an invite to a martini party being thrown in a group house, one of whose residents was an undergrad girl I was vaguely hoping to impress. Upon arrival, she handed by an enormous conical glass filled practically to the brim. I took my first sip and that was when I realized that martini is in essence an enormous glass of gin. I ended up pouring it out into a potted plant -- and was spotted by said undergrad girl, naturally.
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Occasionally I will order a gin and tonic and be surprised that it doesn't meet my personal standard of what a gin and tonic should be (approx. 1/6 gin, 5/6 tonic water).
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I'll never forget the first time I drank a real martini. I was in grad school at Berkeley and gotten an invite to a martini party being thrown in a group house, one of whose residents was an undergrad girl I was vaguely hoping to impress. Upon arrival, she handed by an enormous conical glass filled practically to the brim. I took my first sip and that was when I realized that martini is in essence an enormous glass of gin. I ended up pouring it out into a potted plant -- and was spotted by said undergrad girl, naturally.