Hello Faithful Blog Readers:
I've been out of the loop as I have been entertaining English house guests for the past 2 weeks. We have hit every beach, bar and nightclub in a 25 mile radius and the Lads have left a string of broken-hearted cocktail waitresses a mile long! Screw Hurricane Irene - Hurricane Brits left more devastation in Florida! We have imbibed more alcohol than is medically advised. We have woken up in scandalous places. And as the headline indicates- I have war wounds.
The most prominent war wound was caused by Lily vs. stationary cement bench - it wasn't moving and yet I fell off of it as if it were a mechanical bull ride. (Stop the world, I want to get off!) I have this big cement burn on my right ankle. It basically looks like someone tried to sandpaper my ankle off. (Sandpaper off the sin!) When I look at it really quickly it looks like I have a very ugly blurry tattoo.
In real life, I am tattoo-free - not because I am anti-ink (in fact my favorite tattoo artist is Chris Garver. My adoration stems from my love of his exquisite art, not because I'd like to mount him like a prize grouper on a wall. I'm a prized groper, if you must know.). I am tattoo-free because I am flaky. I can't think of one design I'd want on my body for the rest of my life. Including this cement burn.
I should probably have it slathered in Neosporin and wrapped a Hello Kitty bandage around it. But I can't be bothered. I am nursing a 2 week hangover/sleep deprivation/food coma intoxication and am quite convinced I have killed so many brain cells that I no longer hold the ability to function on a day-to-day basis.
If I manage to get back to a facsimile of normal, I'd like to head out and check out a pop up bar that will be happening this weekend at the site of Ciro's Speakeasy. Ciro's is closed for 2 weeks, so NYLON pop up bar will be happening at its location this weekend in Tampa, Florida.
I love the idea of a pop up bar - it's like a flash mob, but with liquor. Check out bartender extraordinaire Andres Aleman's website for more information on NYLON.
Andres' cocktails are like kisses from Jesus ... with alcohol. One of my favorite drinks from Andres is called a sangrita - it is this warm potion with sriracha and cilantro and a shot of tequila on the side (check out my non-food stylist photo below). I hate cilantro and I'm not crazy about warm drinks (unless it's an Irish Coffee), but this sangrita made me want to slap my best friend, kiss a busboy hard on the mouth and then dance some Renaissance-era twirly gig jig thing. It was utterly delicious. I told the cocktail waitress that it was like a warm alcohol hug from the inside. Alcohol is not a substitute for love, but if you're lacking some red hot lovin' look up Andres Aleman and give his delicious cocktails a try. It will get you over the hump and then some!
I've been out of the loop as I have been entertaining English house guests for the past 2 weeks. We have hit every beach, bar and nightclub in a 25 mile radius and the Lads have left a string of broken-hearted cocktail waitresses a mile long! Screw Hurricane Irene - Hurricane Brits left more devastation in Florida! We have imbibed more alcohol than is medically advised. We have woken up in scandalous places. And as the headline indicates- I have war wounds.
The most prominent war wound was caused by Lily vs. stationary cement bench - it wasn't moving and yet I fell off of it as if it were a mechanical bull ride. (Stop the world, I want to get off!) I have this big cement burn on my right ankle. It basically looks like someone tried to sandpaper my ankle off. (Sandpaper off the sin!) When I look at it really quickly it looks like I have a very ugly blurry tattoo.
In real life, I am tattoo-free - not because I am anti-ink (in fact my favorite tattoo artist is Chris Garver. My adoration stems from my love of his exquisite art, not because I'd like to mount him like a prize grouper on a wall. I'm a prized groper, if you must know.). I am tattoo-free because I am flaky. I can't think of one design I'd want on my body for the rest of my life. Including this cement burn.
I should probably have it slathered in Neosporin and wrapped a Hello Kitty bandage around it. But I can't be bothered. I am nursing a 2 week hangover/sleep deprivation/food coma intoxication and am quite convinced I have killed so many brain cells that I no longer hold the ability to function on a day-to-day basis.
If I manage to get back to a facsimile of normal, I'd like to head out and check out a pop up bar that will be happening this weekend at the site of Ciro's Speakeasy. Ciro's is closed for 2 weeks, so NYLON pop up bar will be happening at its location this weekend in Tampa, Florida.
I love the idea of a pop up bar - it's like a flash mob, but with liquor. Check out bartender extraordinaire Andres Aleman's website for more information on NYLON.
Andres' cocktails are like kisses from Jesus ... with alcohol. One of my favorite drinks from Andres is called a sangrita - it is this warm potion with sriracha and cilantro and a shot of tequila on the side (check out my non-food stylist photo below). I hate cilantro and I'm not crazy about warm drinks (unless it's an Irish Coffee), but this sangrita made me want to slap my best friend, kiss a busboy hard on the mouth and then dance some Renaissance-era twirly gig jig thing. It was utterly delicious. I told the cocktail waitress that it was like a warm alcohol hug from the inside. Alcohol is not a substitute for love, but if you're lacking some red hot lovin' look up Andres Aleman and give his delicious cocktails a try. It will get you over the hump and then some!
Tequila to the left, Sangrita to the right - and here I am, stuck in the middle with you!
I hope you all have some intense Labor Day weekend plans lined up. Mine includes laying on my couch groaning "Why God, Why?" and swearing never to drink again! I have a zillion blog posts that I am woefully behind on. Will you stick around and see if they get posted? Do you still love me with my cement burned ankle?
Happy Labor Day Weekend to all!
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