Little Secrets

My alphabet starts with this letter called yuzz. It’s the letter I use to spell yuzz-a-ma-tuzz. You’ll be sort of surprised what there is to be found once you go beyond ‘Z’ and start poking around! — Dr. Seuss

Dear Dr. Seuss, aka Teddy baby:

I’ll have one of whatever it is you’re smoking, drinking, popping, having.

Smooches,

Me

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Mix up, mix up…Cocktail time!

It’s Friday which can only mean one thing…it’s cocktail time! In honor of the rain that’s falling, here’s a recipe for the Rainy Day Marley. Try it out, then try some more and have a fantastic weekend! <333333

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The Rainy Day Marley:

1. Vodka – 1.5 oz

2. Triple Sec – 1.5 oz

3. Mailbu Coconut Rum – 1.5 oz

4. Add Orange juice for filler.

Then if you feel like being REALLY creative, add a slice of fresh orange. Hey, it counts as a fruit serving. Your body will thank you. Happy Friday! XO

Shaken, not stirred: The Winter Angel

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Friday’s are the perfect day of the week to get your friends together, grab some liquor and drink a cocktail or two or three. Since there’s another storm coming I thought you’d appreciate ‘The Winter Angel.’ You’re welcome loves. XOXO

Here’s what you’ll need:

  • 2 1/2 ounces vodka

  • 1 1/2 ounces Calvados (or any apple brandy)

  • 2 ounces freshly juiced apples (or store bought apple juice if you’re feeling lazy.)

If you have a Martini shaker fill it with ice, then shake, shake, shake. And if you don’t, fill a cup with ice and swirl it around. Pour into the eagerly awaiting glasses and toast to the weekend.

Happy Friday!

Sunny Afternoon

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“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.  Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.  Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.”

– Theodore Geisel

I like vodka. It makes my brain cells sleepy though.

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Blame it on the mistletoe

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Here’s a poem for all you kissing mistletoe’d fools out there. (Myself included. Probably.)

“Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen – and kissed me there.”

Walter de la Mare

May your holiday glasses always be filled, and with any luck nothing’ll get spilled! I rap on weekends at weddings and bar mitzvah’s. (That’s a complete lie. Please don’t send emails trying to hire me. The most I will do if I’m forced to attend your nuptials, is drink at the open bar until the wee hours of the morning. And sing karaoke. Poorly.)

Wishing you, and yours a very Merry Christmas and a happy New Year! Feliz Navidad y prospero Año Nuevo!

Pop champagne ooooh

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“He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin.”- George Orwell

Sounds like my kind of man. Can I get his number?

The roof is on fire

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“After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Sweden for they are words that you know and that is all you know words not their feelings or what they mean and you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don’t you are stupid and lazy and will never be great but you do what you know because what else is there?”

– Frank O’Hara

From this, I have learned the following: Vodka + writing = WTF.