last week and the weekend have disappeared and now here i am back at work.
didn't make it to the cool liqud architecture festival, i just don't seem to make it out to that many cool things anymore.... ii'd like to think it's about saving money ot working hard, but its obviously not.... i 'm just a lazy uncultured beer drinkin slob these days.
did some bar work on friday night, i've been working one or two nights a week to get some extra money in the pocket for awhile now. and this bar i work at is kind of like the lost bar of paradise. its a private bar for a massive liquer importing company, that they open for the employees wed-fri and a very good friend of mine has the contract to staff it. so all the drinks are completly free, and all the drinks are premium spirits and beautiful cocktails and the place seems to be enitrely staffed by gorgeous women in their early thirties.
i'm considering becoming a corporate whore and getting a job at this place just so i can bring my friends up there and prove my stories true. diageo liquer. get a job with them if you can.
there's one girl in particular i seem to have lost the ability to talk to. she smiles at me and i just stutter something meanlngless, blush and start muddelling the hell out of some lychees. lychee and mint martini, the sure way to a girls heart.
actually i lie, the sure way to girl's heart are the "russian rose" martinis we make. start by making a joke and banter about whether she would like a "rose" cocktail, she will generally say yes. then muddle some basil and some rose flavour syrup,add vodka, cointreau and pink grapefruit juice, shake viigorously then pour out into a shallow martini glass. garnish by floating a single red rose petal on the surface. now thats a cocktail that can cause trouble in relationships.
satdy, got ridiculously and offensively drunk with some friends at a god awful bar in balmain. the night was par for the course really, lots of laughs, but i have this one friend who just goes crazy after a couple and feels the need to start buying enormous rounds. who the fuck buys long island iced teas these days? entire rounds of them.... what can possibly be good about a cocktail that contains coke lemon juice and a little bit of every cheap dirty white liquer the bartender can remember to put in.
nothin.
saw sincity yesterday, fuckin loved it. gonna see it again.
didn't make it to the cool liqud architecture festival, i just don't seem to make it out to that many cool things anymore.... ii'd like to think it's about saving money ot working hard, but its obviously not.... i 'm just a lazy uncultured beer drinkin slob these days.
did some bar work on friday night, i've been working one or two nights a week to get some extra money in the pocket for awhile now. and this bar i work at is kind of like the lost bar of paradise. its a private bar for a massive liquer importing company, that they open for the employees wed-fri and a very good friend of mine has the contract to staff it. so all the drinks are completly free, and all the drinks are premium spirits and beautiful cocktails and the place seems to be enitrely staffed by gorgeous women in their early thirties.
i'm considering becoming a corporate whore and getting a job at this place just so i can bring my friends up there and prove my stories true. diageo liquer. get a job with them if you can.
there's one girl in particular i seem to have lost the ability to talk to. she smiles at me and i just stutter something meanlngless, blush and start muddelling the hell out of some lychees. lychee and mint martini, the sure way to a girls heart.
actually i lie, the sure way to girl's heart are the "russian rose" martinis we make. start by making a joke and banter about whether she would like a "rose" cocktail, she will generally say yes. then muddle some basil and some rose flavour syrup,add vodka, cointreau and pink grapefruit juice, shake viigorously then pour out into a shallow martini glass. garnish by floating a single red rose petal on the surface. now thats a cocktail that can cause trouble in relationships.
satdy, got ridiculously and offensively drunk with some friends at a god awful bar in balmain. the night was par for the course really, lots of laughs, but i have this one friend who just goes crazy after a couple and feels the need to start buying enormous rounds. who the fuck buys long island iced teas these days? entire rounds of them.... what can possibly be good about a cocktail that contains coke lemon juice and a little bit of every cheap dirty white liquer the bartender can remember to put in.
nothin.
saw sincity yesterday, fuckin loved it. gonna see it again.