So I guess in following with the same wonderful little theme of women in bars comes this short little story...
Well let us lay some stones first. I am a drinker if that wasn't obvious from the last post. I am also a arrogant asshole not without a soft and squishy side but you really have to like some abuse to be around me. (yes, I am that kind of bastard) Meanwhile back in my land of drink. I love drinks and booze mostly booze, but a well made drink is up there with a great book a good movie or a well dressed woman. Now, I love Bourbons, I love Scotch, I love Rum, I like Tequila and I pretty much will drink anything else except for Brandy and JagerMeister. Brandy before gasoline, gasoline before everclear and death before Jager. I love drinking and I love to eat, believing that my palette is fairly discerning and capable; picking out flavours is always a fun thing to do especially with drinks. ALL HAIL THE RETURN OF THE MIXOLOGISTS. (happiness, also I will try to refrain from using "I" for the rest of this story....gl I know.) (starting now)
Here's another lovely summer afternoon in SoCal, the sun is staying up late and nothing is better than being out doors or close to it. Through some miracle or moderate begging and mild finagling they cut me loose from work a couple of hours early. With dinner party plans on the horizon there has to be something to do before the party. Preferably something non committal yet enjoyable to do on my own. Since happy hour is a rarity in my life the hunt begins; with safety in mind and caution being the sign of the times the search is on to find something in or close to my ultimate destination.
With the neighborhood surrounding the party having been a well of redevelopment in recent years quite a few places have sprung up or been around that have yet to be explored. Selecting the classiest one (and open around 3 for late lunch/early dinner.) Ambling up to the bar and taking a seat dead center and happy as a lark we find ourselves in a rustic themed world dining experience. It's lovely decor is worldly with a touch of home. After a few minutes as if sent from the great OZ himself a tall drink of Irish firewater comes out from the back to take my drink order. (Was my love for women previously mentioned? If not, Women nothing beats them especially those who know how to present themselves. Yeah, moving on.)
So this Redheaded Wonder Woman appears and asks "What can I get 'cha honey?" My mood is playful and so desperately needing to be entertained. "What's the house specialty maybe the drink d'jour?" "That depends on what you like." followed by the standard wonderful wines blah blah blah..."but, if you're looking for something special let me know and I can whip it up for you." Interest peaked, game on my fair skinned Amazonian Wonder Woman. "To be truthful Bourbon is my favorite second is Scotch then Rums and Tequila. A Mint Julip just won't do today, how would it look to have such a drink sans white suit and plantation?" with a giggle and a wink she proceeded to make me something delicious and refreshing. As we chatted and after a few slow pulls on what seems to be liquid salvation. We begin a dance, something that can only be described as Esoteric Drink Sex. Listing the items in the drink she had just poured being off only in description I scored pretty highly. So she responsibly asked if I was driving after many assurances. We really get obscure talking simple syrups, custom bitters and flavour pairings.
Nicely enough an older couple has saddled up to me at the bar as we are going over the multitude of things to imbibe. They must be regulars since they are greeted with their favorite wine; it appears faster than you can process the amount of rhinestones on the woman next to me. As the bottom of my glass is rapidly approaching. So I guess in following with the same wonderful little theme of women in bars comes this short little story...
Well let us lay some stones first. I am a drinker if that wasn't obvious from the last post. I am also a arrogant asshole not without a soft and squishy side but you really have to like some abuse to be around me. (yes, I am that kind of bastard) Meanwhile back in my land of drink. I love drinks and booze mostly booze, but a well made drink is up there with a great book a good movie or a well dressed woman. Now, I love Bourbons, I love Scotch, I love Rum, I like Tequila and I pretty much will drink anything else except for Brandy and JagerMeister. Brandy before gasoline, gasoline before everclear and death before Jager. I love drinking and I love to eat, believing that my palette is fairly discerning and capable; picking out flavours is always a fun thing to do especially with drinks. ALL HAIL THE RETURN OF THE MIXOLOGISTS. (happiness, also I will try to refrain from using "I" for the rest of this story....gl I know.) (starting now)
Here's another lovely summer afternoon in SoCal, the sun is staying up late and nothing is better than being out doors or close to it. Through some miracle or moderate begging and mild finagling they cut me loose from work a couple of hours early. With dinner party plans on the horizon there has to be something to do before the party. Preferably something non committal yet enjoyable to do on my own. Since happy hour is a rarity in my life the hunt begins; with safety in mind and caution being the sign of the times the search is on to find something in or close to my ultimate destination.
With the neighborhood surrounding the party having been a well of redevelopment in recent years quite a few places have sprung up or been around that have yet to be explored. Selecting the classiest one (and open around 3 for late lunch/early dinner.) Ambling up to the bar and taking a seat dead center and happy as a lark we find ourselves in a rustic themed world dining experience. It's lovely decor is worldly with a touch of home. After a few minutes as if sent from the great OZ himself a tall drink of Irish firewater comes out from the back to take my drink order. (Was my love for women previously mentioned? If not, Women nothing beats them especially those who know how to present themselves. Yeah, moving on.)
So this Redheaded Wonder Woman appears and asks "What can I get 'cha honey?" My mood is playful and so desperately needing to be entertained. "What's the house specialty maybe the drink d'jour?" "That depends on what you like." followed by the standard wonderful wines blah blah blah..."but, if you're looking for something special let me know and I can whip it up for you." Interest peaked, game on my fair skinned Amazonian Wonder Woman. "To be truthful Bourbon is my favorite second is Scotch then Rums and Tequila. A Mint Julip just won't do today, how would it look to have such a drink sans white suit and plantation?" with a giggle and a wink she proceeded to make me something delicious and refreshing. As we chatted and after a few slow pulls on what seems to be liquid salvation. We begin a dance, something that can only be described as Esoteric Drink Sex. Listing the items in the drink she had just poured being off only in description I scored pretty highly. So she responsibly asked if I was driving after many assurances. We really get obscure talking simple syrups, custom bitters and flavour pairings.
Nicely enough an older couple has saddled up to me at the bar as we are going over the multitude of things to imbibe. They must be regulars since they are greeted with their favorite wine; it appears faster than you can process the amount of rhinestones on the woman next to me. to be continued....
Well let us lay some stones first. I am a drinker if that wasn't obvious from the last post. I am also a arrogant asshole not without a soft and squishy side but you really have to like some abuse to be around me. (yes, I am that kind of bastard) Meanwhile back in my land of drink. I love drinks and booze mostly booze, but a well made drink is up there with a great book a good movie or a well dressed woman. Now, I love Bourbons, I love Scotch, I love Rum, I like Tequila and I pretty much will drink anything else except for Brandy and JagerMeister. Brandy before gasoline, gasoline before everclear and death before Jager. I love drinking and I love to eat, believing that my palette is fairly discerning and capable; picking out flavours is always a fun thing to do especially with drinks. ALL HAIL THE RETURN OF THE MIXOLOGISTS. (happiness, also I will try to refrain from using "I" for the rest of this story....gl I know.) (starting now)
Here's another lovely summer afternoon in SoCal, the sun is staying up late and nothing is better than being out doors or close to it. Through some miracle or moderate begging and mild finagling they cut me loose from work a couple of hours early. With dinner party plans on the horizon there has to be something to do before the party. Preferably something non committal yet enjoyable to do on my own. Since happy hour is a rarity in my life the hunt begins; with safety in mind and caution being the sign of the times the search is on to find something in or close to my ultimate destination.
With the neighborhood surrounding the party having been a well of redevelopment in recent years quite a few places have sprung up or been around that have yet to be explored. Selecting the classiest one (and open around 3 for late lunch/early dinner.) Ambling up to the bar and taking a seat dead center and happy as a lark we find ourselves in a rustic themed world dining experience. It's lovely decor is worldly with a touch of home. After a few minutes as if sent from the great OZ himself a tall drink of Irish firewater comes out from the back to take my drink order. (Was my love for women previously mentioned? If not, Women nothing beats them especially those who know how to present themselves. Yeah, moving on.)
So this Redheaded Wonder Woman appears and asks "What can I get 'cha honey?" My mood is playful and so desperately needing to be entertained. "What's the house specialty maybe the drink d'jour?" "That depends on what you like." followed by the standard wonderful wines blah blah blah..."but, if you're looking for something special let me know and I can whip it up for you." Interest peaked, game on my fair skinned Amazonian Wonder Woman. "To be truthful Bourbon is my favorite second is Scotch then Rums and Tequila. A Mint Julip just won't do today, how would it look to have such a drink sans white suit and plantation?" with a giggle and a wink she proceeded to make me something delicious and refreshing. As we chatted and after a few slow pulls on what seems to be liquid salvation. We begin a dance, something that can only be described as Esoteric Drink Sex. Listing the items in the drink she had just poured being off only in description I scored pretty highly. So she responsibly asked if I was driving after many assurances. We really get obscure talking simple syrups, custom bitters and flavour pairings.
Nicely enough an older couple has saddled up to me at the bar as we are going over the multitude of things to imbibe. They must be regulars since they are greeted with their favorite wine; it appears faster than you can process the amount of rhinestones on the woman next to me. As the bottom of my glass is rapidly approaching. So I guess in following with the same wonderful little theme of women in bars comes this short little story...
Well let us lay some stones first. I am a drinker if that wasn't obvious from the last post. I am also a arrogant asshole not without a soft and squishy side but you really have to like some abuse to be around me. (yes, I am that kind of bastard) Meanwhile back in my land of drink. I love drinks and booze mostly booze, but a well made drink is up there with a great book a good movie or a well dressed woman. Now, I love Bourbons, I love Scotch, I love Rum, I like Tequila and I pretty much will drink anything else except for Brandy and JagerMeister. Brandy before gasoline, gasoline before everclear and death before Jager. I love drinking and I love to eat, believing that my palette is fairly discerning and capable; picking out flavours is always a fun thing to do especially with drinks. ALL HAIL THE RETURN OF THE MIXOLOGISTS. (happiness, also I will try to refrain from using "I" for the rest of this story....gl I know.) (starting now)
Here's another lovely summer afternoon in SoCal, the sun is staying up late and nothing is better than being out doors or close to it. Through some miracle or moderate begging and mild finagling they cut me loose from work a couple of hours early. With dinner party plans on the horizon there has to be something to do before the party. Preferably something non committal yet enjoyable to do on my own. Since happy hour is a rarity in my life the hunt begins; with safety in mind and caution being the sign of the times the search is on to find something in or close to my ultimate destination.
With the neighborhood surrounding the party having been a well of redevelopment in recent years quite a few places have sprung up or been around that have yet to be explored. Selecting the classiest one (and open around 3 for late lunch/early dinner.) Ambling up to the bar and taking a seat dead center and happy as a lark we find ourselves in a rustic themed world dining experience. It's lovely decor is worldly with a touch of home. After a few minutes as if sent from the great OZ himself a tall drink of Irish firewater comes out from the back to take my drink order. (Was my love for women previously mentioned? If not, Women nothing beats them especially those who know how to present themselves. Yeah, moving on.)
So this Redheaded Wonder Woman appears and asks "What can I get 'cha honey?" My mood is playful and so desperately needing to be entertained. "What's the house specialty maybe the drink d'jour?" "That depends on what you like." followed by the standard wonderful wines blah blah blah..."but, if you're looking for something special let me know and I can whip it up for you." Interest peaked, game on my fair skinned Amazonian Wonder Woman. "To be truthful Bourbon is my favorite second is Scotch then Rums and Tequila. A Mint Julip just won't do today, how would it look to have such a drink sans white suit and plantation?" with a giggle and a wink she proceeded to make me something delicious and refreshing. As we chatted and after a few slow pulls on what seems to be liquid salvation. We begin a dance, something that can only be described as Esoteric Drink Sex. Listing the items in the drink she had just poured being off only in description I scored pretty highly. So she responsibly asked if I was driving after many assurances. We really get obscure talking simple syrups, custom bitters and flavour pairings.
Nicely enough an older couple has saddled up to me at the bar as we are going over the multitude of things to imbibe. They must be regulars since they are greeted with their favorite wine; it appears faster than you can process the amount of rhinestones on the woman next to me. to be continued....
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