Fill ‘Er Up

17 May

I can picture it sitting there in front of me, just out of reach.  There are beads of sweat on the glass, and the black straw is calling to me.  I can see all the herbs floating in glass, mixed in with the pulp from the freshly squeezed lime juice and topped off with some ginger beer.  Here’s the hardest part, the drinks that I really want, the really delicious and fabulous ones, I cannot have.  Not ever again. 

I could weep for the sadness I feel about being torn away from my delicious booze.  Oh the desperation!!  Sadly, I shall never again be going to the place that shall not be named.  Here’s the good news: I watched them make the drink so many times that I could do it myself-but it’s so much better when someone makes it for you.

Newmie, One Date Wonder and I are on a mission (and we’re wishin’ someone would cure our lonely condition).  Our mission is to find the perfect cocktail served by the hottest barman.  This time, I’m only going to look at the barman and the only conversation we’ll have will consist of what I want to drink and the cost of said drink.  No flirting.  No chatting.  No having crushes on them.  And definitely no talking to any owners.  From here on out, I shall be an anonymous customer who drinks their booze and takes up real estate in the form of a stool at the bar. 

You know you have a problem when you’ve just rolled out of bed and you’re already wondering what kind of booze you’ll be consuming later in the evening.  That’s it!  I’m totally going to go on a drinking hiatus, but not until after Memorial Day. 

10 Responses to “Fill ‘Er Up”

  1. edger May 17, 2008 at 10:31 am #

    ugh….I think the number of ‘I can’t go back there’ bars I had in SF was part of the reason I had to leave that city! of course, they seem to keep opening new ones so maybe I need to go back soon

    Maybe you should come down to Baltimore and start racking up the bars here too. -CS

  2. Philly May 17, 2008 at 11:16 am #

    It’s summer, why don’t you wait till after Labor day weekend?

    No, I have to do it before my vacation at the end of June. It’s critical. -CS

  3. Suze May 17, 2008 at 12:07 pm #

    Aah, a hiatis from hot bartenders and booze. You’re going cold turkey – good for you!

    I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do it. The booze is the hardest part. -CS

  4. red May 17, 2008 at 2:17 pm #

    “On a mission to make somethin’ happen/Feel like Delilah lookin’ for Samson/Gonna do a little mattress dancin’/That’s right I said ‘mattress dancin'” – “Sin Wagon”, Dixie Chicks.

    For some reason, this post makesme thing of that line. Ah, yes, the “on a mission” line. Have you sampled a French Martini? Vodka, chambord, and Grand Marnier – don’t let them use pineapple juice! It’s a thin slice of heaven.

    French Martinis are the bomb. -CS

  5. One Date Wonder May 17, 2008 at 3:14 pm #

    I have two words for you. Ginger. Mojitos. Oh yeah…. I know exactly what I shall be having tonight.

    Also? There will be no booze ban. This is crazy talk. When would we hang out if not for booze? Seriously. Do it in the name of friendship.

    Look, Janie, my muffin top is going to be booze flavored if I don’t control myself. Plus I’m sure that we could find other things to do than go out and drink booze. Seriously, we can go drink tea or coffee, or just sit outside of a bar and smell the whiskey or something. -CS

  6. Georgia May 17, 2008 at 7:37 pm #

    Since I sadly cant join in tonight – I’ll give my suggestion – guava margaritas from No Way Jose. You must ask for them as they are not on the menu. They come highly recommended by a reliable source.

    It was freaking packed in there. There seriously was not room for one more person, I think the building would have crumbled. -CS

  7. Gaining Some LB's May 17, 2008 at 8:48 pm #

    I heard a rumor you were giving up the happy juice.

    That’s just crazy.


    It’s not a rumor. I’m totally going to do it…just not quite yet. -CS

  8. Bob Dobalina May 17, 2008 at 10:28 pm #

    Giving up alcohol is like smacking baby jesus with a rubber chicken. Sure it seems like a good idea but the consequences are far-reaching and unpleasant.

    Wait, giving up drinking and hot barmen is nothing like that. Nevermind me, I’ll be pounding shots and drunk dialing my mom.

    I had never thought of smacking the baby jesus with a rubber chicken.

    I bet your mom is so proud when she gets those phone calls. -CS

  9. pistols at dawn May 18, 2008 at 11:50 am #

    Can’t you go back to Ixia?

    I can’t go back there on Saturdays. I have been recognized. -CS

  10. Ginormous Boobs May 30, 2008 at 4:03 pm #

    You should meet Bobby D’s mom. She needs to blog…she’s a total effing trip and a half.

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