thirsty thursdays: Jack & Ginger

This drink is not even close to complicated, nor unknown. It's not all that creative & i'm not sharing any great, well hidden secret recipe by "spilling the beans" about this drink.

but, since i'm sick & feel feverish, i'm having one of my favourite sickie-face remedies.

Jack & Ginger

one time, i went to a friends house when i was in serious need of somewhere other than the couch, after being sick for days & developing serious cabin fever, as well as my sickie fever. My friend picked me up, took my to his casa & fixed me a J&G. An hour later, i felt great! The next day, my fever broke & i was on the way to recovery. Who knows if it was just timing, the cold meds, or the remedy of Mr. Daniels & Ms. Ale. 

paraphernalia:

• Ice
• Jack Daniels
• Ginger ale
• lime

yum.

bottoms up, i hope you don't have to find out if this drink cures the common shitty feeling!

 

luvs it*

happy st. patrick's day!!!

i hope you all have a very lucky St. Patrick's day!

to celebrate, i'm having a SPECTACULAR surprise st. patties give away!!!

i'll keep the giveaway open for 2 weeks, so please enter by March 31st!

to enter:

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extra entries:

• tweet about this giveaway to @Spankyluvsit & comment again to let me know!
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• blog about this giveaway! (two extra submissions)
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can't wait to see who wins!!!!!!!!

have a FABULOUS St.Patrick's Day & enjoy one of my FAV songs, of all time, by the Dropkick Murphy's, who i was lucky enough to see in concert last year!

[not gunna lie, i'm already a little drunk...]

luvs it*

thirsty thursday: Shamrocktini

not going to lie, nothing in this is at all, even close to what you really SHOULD be drinking on St. Patty's day...
but i'm assuming that everyone knows how to put Jameson & Bailey's into a shot glass, drop it into a Guinness & CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!

 

Shamrocktini

 
for the girly men:
 

paraphenalia:

• Add 1 to 1 and 1/2 oz of melon flavored vodka (such as Van Gogh's Melon Vodka)
• Add 1 oz melon liqueur
• Add a dash of orange juice

Shake or stir quickly and then strain into a lowball or martini glass

luvs it*

Thirsty Thursdays: Alice in Wonderland

Obviously the Thirsty Thursday is gong to be about Alice in Wonderland...

Here's a recipe for a drink that i've never had, but i plan to order tonight, before the movie!

Alice in Wonderland Cocktail

paraphernalia:

• 1 part Amaretto
• 1 part Grand Marnier (orange liqueur)
• 1 part Southern Comfort 

served on the rocks

Wonderland Cocktail

paraphernalia:

• 2 oz Absolut Vodka
• 1/4 oz lime juice
• 1 tsp lemon juice
• Splash of Grenadine
• club soda

Pour all ingredients into a rocks glass filled with ice. 

Mad Hatter Cocktail

paraphernalia:

• 2 parts Vodka (freezer temp)
• 1 part Cointreau
• 1 part peach schnapps (archers)
• 1 part Bacardi
• 1 part Mango juice

1 part vodka, peach schnapps, Bacardi shake well with ice - 1 part vodka, Cointreau, mango juice shake and serve.

White Rabbit Cocktail

paraphernalia:

• 3 ounces Vodka
• 3 ounces Vanilla Liqueur
• 1 ounce milk

served on the rocks.

Of course, you could always be lame...

Iced *Tea* Cocktail

paraphernalia:

• 1 to 2 parts Earl Grey-infused vodka (see below)
• 2 parts lemon soda (E.g., Limonata, Squirt, Fresca, 7-UP)
• a sprig of mint (optional)
• a thinly sliced lemon (optional)
• a splash of simple syrup (optional)

To make Earl Grey-infused vodka: For a 750 ml bottle, steep 4 tea bags for four to five hours (or until it's brewed-tea color; don't let it sit too long, or it will get bitter and tannic).

Simple syrup is equal parts by measure of sugar and water, heated to dissolve the sugar, and cooled.

To construct cocktail: Fill a tall glass with ice. Pour one to two parts vodka (depending on how strong you like it over ice. Add two parts lemon soda as a mixer. Add lemon, mint, and/or simple syrup if desired.

[source: Chuck from Yahoo Answers]

or just a hot tea with gin to make a "Tea Frog" or whiskey to make it Irish!

luvs it*

m.i.a.

hey my luvies.

Sorry i've been missing in action for a few days.
i've been half a busy little worker bee trying to organize my room & get everything into it's place.
i've actually thrown clothes away (who ever would have thought it was possible!), packed up some old things, bought a million organizer thingers, took down some ancient posters & hung up my *new & improved* goals board (OCD OCD OCD OCD... haha)

[see all my ducks?!]

i basically spent the weekend in my room cleaning & straightening things up, & then i went out Thursday, Friday & Saturday night w/ Travy.

Thursday, T & i went to one of the Asian Fusion places in town, where our really good friend is the bartender. Little did we know, he had called out sick, so we didn't get to see him, but i did have some uh-mazing Shrimp Tempora Sushi, Avacado Cucumber Rolls &, of course, some yumtastic Pinot Grigio [luvs the vino!] Finished the meal with drool worth fried bananas. omgggg...

[yum.]

We ended up at the local watering hole w/ my ex, & our really good friend, Kerm. We chilled there for a while.

Friday, we went back to "the local watering hole" & chilled, again, w/ Kerm. We saw our friends Blondie & her bf Bergie-berg. With a blizzard outside, & my car under a mound of snow, T drove, so i opted to get shitfaced.
Vodka Tonic, Shot, Shot, Lava Lamp Martini, Beer, Beer... Vodka Tonic... beer... beer... beer...
i got niiiice & toasted. We went back to Kerms w/ Bergie for a while, stopped at some other late night house party[ish] thing &, after walking all over the small town in the snow, & my damn heels, i was to' up & ready for bed.

Saturday, we went out for our friend BD's birthday & had a pretty good time,

'cept for the fact that She Who Shall Not Be Named was there, in her usual form, getting drunk & being obnoxious. T even told me that, a few times in the night, she had come up to him asking why i "said this" or "said that"... ya.. i hadn't said anything. T knew, bc he'd been w/ me all night! that didn't matter, i guess. Once she had something in her head, she was set on making it drama.

gag.

All in all, T & i had a blasty. We had drinks, talked to friends, saw good people we haven't seen in a while, watched BD get progressively drunker, as he damn well should on his bday!

i'm proud of myself though, even though, later, at my house, w/ just T, i did let it out that she'd really pissed me off, i didn't let it be seen while we were out. I didn't make a big [or even a small] deal over it at all.

what did you do this weekend?

did YOU have any fun drinks that you wanna tell me about? I'm alllways looking for something new & fun to have at the bar!

luvs it*

duck. duck. duck. duck. goose.*

i guess that usually "goose" would be "it"... in this case, "goose" is gunna be the opposite. Goose is gunna be "you are NOT it & i know that"...

went out w/ JenBunny last night (shock!). we went to the local watering whole to pre-game a bit & then hit up a mutual friends house party.
the place was packed. like sardines, there were a shit-ton of little mini drunkies, younger than JenBunny & I. the one kool thing about the younger kids was that JenBunny's broseph showed up. (i introduced myself to his friend as his "sister by association" - he seemed to get it.)

i was texting with Hoss, the Long Distance Duck  

(no, his name isn't actually Hoss, more on that to folllow.)

& he had been saying that he was looking forward to hanging out with me...

this is the one that i had seen at the house party after the reunion last month. the one that was making out w/ me & i'd said i'm kinda over it... (to you all, not to him... whoops)

sidebar:

Hoss's Appeal:

• he's funny. (i know, i'm so typical)
• he's tall & skinny, ( i have a history of going to the tall lanky ones...)
• he's good at Beruit (aka Beer Pong to all you sillies)
• he gave me a cute nickname... "Smalls" bc i'm short & also because The Sandlot is one of the best movies ever. (i've been trying to come up with a nickname for him forever. Smalls came so easily for him when coming up with mine, but he was harder. i tried on a few; Stretch, Roach, Romeo, even Cocky-Mother-Fucker was an option. due to his last name, which i'll keep out of publication, i went with Hoss. but no, he's not like a red neck in overalls - sorry to anyone named Hoss that i may have offended!)
  
• he doesn't live around here (terrible, but that means i can see him when he's visiting his 'rents, but not all the time - wow, i'm like... a dude...)
• he has a funny laugh (he literally giggles like a little girl... it's weird, but i like weird laughs. i'm drawn to them because they make ME laugh... remember, that Bartender i was in lust with for two years? He laughs like Santa... seriously, it's glorious. Christmas Cheer all year round. too bad he didn't deliver.)
• he'll text me for daaaays. (literally, one day we texted back & forth from like 11am to 7pm. just about bullshit. i like that.)
  

Hoss's Faults:

• NOTE: I REMOVED SOME BITS OF THIS POST  BECAUSE, AFTER SPEAKING WITH HIM, I REALIZED THAT SOME OF THE THINGS I SAID WERE FLAMED UP BY ANNOYANCE & ANGER. I WAS WRONG FOR BEING RUDE TOWARD HIM & AFTER SECOND THOUGHT, SOME POINTS NEEDED TO BE REMOVED. FOR THE REST OF THE STORY. PLEASE READ HERE.
• he's confusing. i'm just not really sure what he wants from me, but i think that might be because he isn't sure either. so, i guess i can't blame him...
  
• he gives me shit for smoking, but then, when i'm with him, he makes it seem like he's being a god damn saint, doing me a favour, sacrificing himself, to kiss me... which he said once was "like licking an ashtray"... thanks man. 'preciate it...)
  
• he leaves. he picks up & disappears. he vanishes. he'll be there one moment, then, he's gone. (now, i don't know, because i haven't hung out with him TOO many times, but the times that i have, recently, he literally will just be gone.) this fault gave him his new nickname.

he says he's stoked to see me. i get to the party & i have texts from Hoss, asking me to come & get him.
[nah. can't, sorry, i'm w/ JenBunny... figure it out. see ya there.]
He shows up, soaking wet from the rain & comes up to me in the middle of the crowded kitchen, grabs me around my waist & kisses me.
-well, i guess everyone knows something's going on now... geez... (yes, i know, most girls would be elated that a guy they were mearly "talking to" would put a big 'ole PDA stamp on things, but... eh... i wasn't looking to commit to a make out buddy yet..)


We talk for a little bit, but we don't really have much to say to eachother. i'm just trying to say anything to get him to not throw me on the kitchen counter.
la, la, la... the night goes on, but i end up talking to a few other people, some of which were; a guy i've known since middle school, a wonderfully classy, sweet guy who i realized, in high school, is my distant cousin (luvs him), a chick who's younger that i used to work with, a chick who's younger that i've partied with a few times (who was shitcanned), a good friend ex-fling duck who was flirting w/ JenBunny, the Host Duck, Host Ducks ma & pa & sis piece & a new duck.

Cinnamon Duck
(name subject to change)
i went to school w/ Cinnamon Duck, but we discussed how we don't think that we have ever spoken. I totally know who he is, & from what i've heard, he's legit. i've never heard an ill word about him. We start chatting & after a while, i realize that this non-smoking duck has been out in the cold garage, in just a tee, with me for over an hour. what a sweetie, but i hope he doesn't get pnemonia...
I barely can recall what we talked about, but i know at one point we stumbled across a deck of Tarot cards & tried to read eachothers fortunes. [pah!]
With the fear that all brewskis were either empty or wounded, my new duck went on a hunt for something with kick... o boy, he found it.... Cinnamon Whiskey... (ahh, it's all coming together now).Since i'm getting over a cold, & i'm not a Cowboy, i tried not to take a big, manly swig, i tried to be slick with a dainty sip. FAIL, i spilled Cinnamon Whiskey all over my cheek & chin & it dripped down my neck & my chest (no, not hot, not even a little bit). but, he laughed & didn't mock me... too much.

long story [kinda] short... we had fun talking the rest of the night & exchanged numbers. JenBunny & her balla self did me a solid (without me even having to imply!) & asked him his NYE plans. She invited him to join us (what an awesome bffer, eh?) He said he'd call me to discuss. At one point, we came up with a great invention & said we were going to become billionaires together. (oh yes, there is a contract...)

We left, JenBunny drove me home & about 20 mins later, i had a text :o)
we texted back & forth for a bit & in the am, i had another saying he'd fallen asleep.

i luvs meeting new people, especially new old people that i always "knew" but never really "met".

Hoss, on the other hand, had texted me from the other room of the party telling me he was going to leave. i'd gone back to say bye & he was gone (shock..). Then, his dumb ass texts me:
 

[was good seein ya but i think im donzo, peace out kiddo]

 

whaaaa? what the hell does that mean? (which, actually was what i texted him back, with no answer still).

whatever man. u do what u want, but i hope you realize, your new nickname is Houdini, not affectionately.

*new duck* = awesome.

Houdini = lame. ur not a duck, you're a goose.

overall night experience = priceless!

 

luvs it*

drink. drank. drunk... stumble down memory lane.

it's that day again. the day before Thanksgiving. All my American blog-ers & -ettes know what THAT means... time to get drunk & see all the people we went to high school with that are home for the holidays....

eiy...

Like the tradition stands for the past 2 year, JenBunny & I will suit up & stomp out to the local watering holes to squeeze up to the bar, flashy a toothy smile to our b.tender friends & tell them to "keep them coming, no matter what"... Then, drink in hand, we'll turn from the bar & see a sea of people we haven't seen in ages, haven't thought about in ages, or hoped we'd never see again.

i wonder... will the Ex-Duck be there? Wow... now that i think about it, i don't think i ever even talk about him on here. I guess i'll have to give him a cute name... Well, when we were dating, his nickname (from me) was Stinky Face... So i guess, since he's an ex, i'll call him "Stinky Ex-Duck" hahah

So, JenBunny & I will set out with a new mod squad member, GiaPet, newly 21 (awe, she's so cute) & gearing up for her first time out on T.Giving Eve.

what to WEAR?!

  -obviously the most important aspect of the evening. It's f'n cold in the North East, so i can't go scandalicious, plus, i don't want anyone thinking that i went from last years "finished community college & got a job" to "working as a middle class hooker escort". (ew, can u just imagine? the creeper face that sat next to me in Sr. year History corners me & offers me a few bills... UGH i'd vommmm!)
 -i def want to show off that, since last years fat fest, i've dumped the lumps & luv it.
 -Mall w/ GiaPet & Em Butthead Sis Piece should help get some order better than the Chaos that is my room (& the suitcase i'm still kinda living out of - thanks for the loan AmeCakes!)

what to DRINK!?

 -you have to have something to take the edge off, but it's all about pacing yourself after that. one good pregame shot should be perf. but it is a bad idea to wait to get to the bar for that relaxer. inevitably, you'll wait to get up to the bar for so long, that you'll end up already having had 15 awkward small talk convos before the booze even sets in. At that point, you'll be so stressed and annoyed, you'll order 3 shots. That'll make you so silly that the next time you go up, you'll want more &, "a round for the house, while you're at it"... bad news bears for liver & bank account... & for your guilt the next morning while you're snoring off the reunion hangover & mom is running around like a turkey with it's head cut off baking pies. never fun.
 -wine looks classy, but i luv it too much to be fair to myself. i can get real silly after 3 or 4 glasses... but i won't stop.
 -i guess it'll have to be mainly beer. That will protect me from any shot combos, & keep me occupied enough that i won't be sucking down straight gin or vod. eek. i just dread how my tum will fair in the morning. won't be fun!
 -def don't want to get carried out... well... unless...

what to SAY?!?

 -Hey! How ARE you?! Me? I'm good... I still live at home.... Still working for the online company... ya... the one w/ the strippers and clowns... uh huh.... no, i'm not seeing anyone... ya, i'm in school... in california... no, no, I take online classes... what am i going to do with that? umm... i'm not sure... When will i be done? oh... uh, about... 6 years? ya... just in time for my 30th birthday... & just AFTER our 10 year reunion... ya... i'll give you an update next time... maybe i'll invite you to my graduation... ya.... well, cheers... have fun.... thanks for ignoring me in High School.... ::big cheesey smile::

when to LEAVE!?!?!

 -This is always hard... you don't want to get there TOO early, but if you wait too long, you're never getting up to that bar, even if you do make a regular appearance at the bar & happen to text message with BOTH cute bartenders on a daily basis... These things actually make you LESS likely to get a drink, i've found, bc they know you won't get mad at them. They know you'll understand... ugh.
 -Leaving is the biggest problem. inevitbally, you'll be at one bar & the hot guy from Sophomore math will be at the other one. You'll ask someone "who did you see at the other bar" & they'll say his name. So you finish your drink & gather your peeps & rush to the other bar... just to find out "oh, he just went to the OTHER bar" (fuck, good luck, bc you're never gunna get your crowd to venture back up the steep main street hill, probably in the rain, to go back to the same mob so you can see some guy you drooled over when you were supposed to be learning quadratic equations, or... something...)
 -i guess as long as i can make it home walking, or get out of there before i make too much of a fool out of myself...

So, to all of you making this adventure out tonight, good luck. i truely hope that we can all have a blasty & remember the good times, laugh off the bad times & look fuckign hot as hell to make our ex-ducks (or ex-chicks) sweat a little.... BUT DO NOT trust the ex if he says he's single... chances are he is NOT... if he doesn't live in town, he probably thinks he can score some yum while "shes" in her hometown... fuck'n asshole...

Have fun, drink your faces off, have a BoMo (AmeCakes word: Black Out Make Out), brag... but, stay classy "san fransisco".

oh ya... &... try not to vom!

also - i read this HILARIOUS article from The Onion about this very night! i LUVS it... read it. it's a great laugh for anyone! 

luuuuuuuuvs it!

ps: i'd like to send out some *good vibes* to my hunnie-luv NaNa. Her mother isn't feeling well & is having some tests done. Everyone please think positive thoughts for her & her family. we luvs u mama.

a-yum.

Tazo Awake Black Tea Soy Latte

mmm

I've finally found my 6 word crazy drink order from Starbucks.

Soy Milk, 3 Splenda, 160 cals, perf!

-as a non-coffee drinker, i never really thought that i'd care about Starbucks at all. I drink maybe 3 Peppermint Lattes a year (around christmas time) & usually don't finish them. Other than that, the occasional Sweetened Black Iced Tea in the summer, but i don't have a tendency to seek out the 'bucks.

but... then i realized that you can get tea lattes without them being Chai (yuck).

a-yummmm!

I'm all about it now, plus, i like that the tea there is actually pretty cheap (compared to the $12 alternatives some people need 3 of every day to live!)

luvs it*

I'm late, i'm late for a very important.... life....

i'm literally posting to say that i don't have time to post...

that's kinda poetic in a backwards Alice in Wonderland way...

work is work, no time for play.

i need a drink.

if only i could have the excuse of being lost in another world for a while.

i'll have to find time to hunt for a rabbit hole.

don't really luvs it... not gunna lie!