All this blogging has triggered my memories.
One of my neighbors was a party girl and she always had lots of people at her place. Since she lived below me, it was really convenient for her parties to spill outside, and up the stairs, to outside my place.
There was this one guy that came over to her apartment a lot, and he took a liking to me.
He would watch Georgia games on my TV.
He would call his friends (and not leave messages) from my phone. His friends would then call me at 7:00 AM on Sunday mornings during football season wanting to know who called and why. The Julia Sugarbaker in me came out and they sincerely apologized.
He would ask for me to make him a Scarlett O'Hara - in a big cup - and only drink a few sips.
He would knock on my door, wanting to know if I had any of that "Rocky beer."
It got to the point I started hiding my liquor and beer when he came around. And I kept the big, thick, complicated books lying around as a constant excuse not to hang out. (According to him, it would only take me, like, 15 minutes to read The Prince.)
And he always asked me when I was going to let him take me out.
I finally had to say something to my neighbor when I had to cash in some change to buy ANOTHER bottle of Southern Comfort.
"I'm tired of wasting my alcohol on this guy and he's annoying me," I told her one evening.
"Aww. Why?"
"Well, see, I don't mind sharing my alcohol with him, it's just that he never drinks it. And then Rolling Rock is expensive."
"I think he has a crush on you."
"And that's another thing. He keeps asking when I will let him take me out."
"So? Are you?"
"No."
"Why?"
"He's a bum. I would end up driving us to the drive through at Wendy's and I would have to pay. That's not him taking me out."
"I get your point. And it's probably true."
Dude quit coming around soon after that, and my Scarlett O'Hara habit was back in full force.
Showing posts with label Drink recipes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drink recipes. Show all posts
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The time I discovered drinking during class was appropriate
It's a good thing I use an alias for this stuff, or I might get in big trouble.
There was this one time, when I was at Auburn, during my last semester there, when I was taking a class that was a HUGE waste of time.
It was called Public Personnel Administration. In a nutshell, it was Office Politics (for the public sector, mind you). You know, the stuff about sexual harassment (quid pro quo vs. hostile work environment), hiring (merit vs. spoils system), evaluating performance, maximizing performance, and that's about all I can remember. I can't even remember what I did for my presentation and paper. I just remember the class lasted 2 1/2 hours and the teacher was not an effective communicator. I also remember I wore a pink sweater for my presentation, there was a girl from Wadley, Alabama, some guy having a job waiting on him because of the spoils system, sexual harassment, something about unions, leaving class early once because I thought my sinuses were giving me problems, only I realized my jaw was hurting because I was clenching my teeth so hard, and, of course, the time I drank during class.
I had been having a rough day. I don't remember what started it, but when I couldn't find a pair of shoes to buy ('cause, duh!, there's not a lot of problems a new pair of shoes can't cure) and then something else happened, my nerves were shot and I began praying class would get cancelled that night. I grabbed a veggie pita from McAlister's (back when veggie pitas were cheap and came with parmesan peppercorn and they didn't have all that extra stuff on them that took away from the basic tastiness) and a big old cup of unsweet tea (another un-Southern thing about me).
I got home, still sipping on my tea when my neighbor came up to visit (the one who could have her own book I have so many stories about her). I told her about my yucky day and we decided the next best thing to new shoes is new clothes.
I don't think that worked either.
When I got back home again, to get ready to go to the class that never got cancelled, I saw my McAllister's cup sitting next to my Southern Comfort and the world began to make sense, once again.
I made myself one of my famous Scarlett O'Hara's (drink recipe to follow) in the McAllister's cup and I was off to class.
I think the class had to do with women in the workplace because there was a lot of debate about whether or not women should work and how women who work are perceived.
Others would say it was the Southern Comfort broadening my horizons, but I know what really happened was another raw nerve was struck that evening and the Scarlett O'Hara kept me from totally losing it. I remember the only time I participated in class was to announce how disgusted I was that women who are open about wanting to work end up getting called feminists and sometimes even femi-nazis, both in the derogatory sense. What's up with that?
My fan club, watching to see how I handled my liquor, burst out laughing.
I quit drinking at break so I could be sober for the drive home.
I may have been crazy enough to drink during class (that one time), but I knew my body. I knew just how much to drink to keep me from losing it, but not get me in trouble.
Scarlett O'Hara (a.k.a. SoCo and Cran)
Ingredients:
Southern Comfort
Cranberry Juice
Ice
Lime (optional)
Directions:
Fill a stadium cup with ice
Pour about 1/4 to 1/3 full with SoCo
Fill with cranberry juice
Blend by transferring mixture into an empty stadium cup a couple of times.
Drink with a straw to keep red from getting on your mouth and teeth!
Garnish with a lime (optional)
There was this one time, when I was at Auburn, during my last semester there, when I was taking a class that was a HUGE waste of time.
It was called Public Personnel Administration. In a nutshell, it was Office Politics (for the public sector, mind you). You know, the stuff about sexual harassment (quid pro quo vs. hostile work environment), hiring (merit vs. spoils system), evaluating performance, maximizing performance, and that's about all I can remember. I can't even remember what I did for my presentation and paper. I just remember the class lasted 2 1/2 hours and the teacher was not an effective communicator. I also remember I wore a pink sweater for my presentation, there was a girl from Wadley, Alabama, some guy having a job waiting on him because of the spoils system, sexual harassment, something about unions, leaving class early once because I thought my sinuses were giving me problems, only I realized my jaw was hurting because I was clenching my teeth so hard, and, of course, the time I drank during class.
I had been having a rough day. I don't remember what started it, but when I couldn't find a pair of shoes to buy ('cause, duh!, there's not a lot of problems a new pair of shoes can't cure) and then something else happened, my nerves were shot and I began praying class would get cancelled that night. I grabbed a veggie pita from McAlister's (back when veggie pitas were cheap and came with parmesan peppercorn and they didn't have all that extra stuff on them that took away from the basic tastiness) and a big old cup of unsweet tea (another un-Southern thing about me).
I got home, still sipping on my tea when my neighbor came up to visit (the one who could have her own book I have so many stories about her). I told her about my yucky day and we decided the next best thing to new shoes is new clothes.
I don't think that worked either.
When I got back home again, to get ready to go to the class that never got cancelled, I saw my McAllister's cup sitting next to my Southern Comfort and the world began to make sense, once again.
I made myself one of my famous Scarlett O'Hara's (drink recipe to follow) in the McAllister's cup and I was off to class.
I think the class had to do with women in the workplace because there was a lot of debate about whether or not women should work and how women who work are perceived.
Others would say it was the Southern Comfort broadening my horizons, but I know what really happened was another raw nerve was struck that evening and the Scarlett O'Hara kept me from totally losing it. I remember the only time I participated in class was to announce how disgusted I was that women who are open about wanting to work end up getting called feminists and sometimes even femi-nazis, both in the derogatory sense. What's up with that?
My fan club, watching to see how I handled my liquor, burst out laughing.
I quit drinking at break so I could be sober for the drive home.
I may have been crazy enough to drink during class (that one time), but I knew my body. I knew just how much to drink to keep me from losing it, but not get me in trouble.
Scarlett O'Hara (a.k.a. SoCo and Cran)
Ingredients:
Southern Comfort
Cranberry Juice
Ice
Lime (optional)
Directions:
Fill a stadium cup with ice
Pour about 1/4 to 1/3 full with SoCo
Fill with cranberry juice
Blend by transferring mixture into an empty stadium cup a couple of times.
Drink with a straw to keep red from getting on your mouth and teeth!
Garnish with a lime (optional)
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I've got the "I Wants"
A husband: From a feminist standpoint, I don't need a husband, it's just that I'm good at traditional wife-y things and I like the company. And I've decided that it's time to get married when I boo-hoo through the Kardashian Wedding that plays a lot on E!. As I told my cousin yesterday, they're good to have around when I have multiple crises going on at the same time so I can delegate to him.
A baby: 'Cause babies make the world right. You can't be upset around a baby because they will sense that and scream until you calm down. And they're just so sweet, it takes a lot to get upset when a baby is around.
Decent health insurance: It's not right when the amount of money I spent on my healthcare this year has totaled what I could comfortably live on for a year. Granted, I've been sick. But, really?!? My accountant gasped when I told her the number (and she's pretty stoic about that kind of stuff).
A new car: 'Cause Ava ain't cuttin' it anymore. Acura RDX in that white color, please and thank you.
A BlackBerry: I am turning into a tech junkie. And I am learning how easy it will be to stay connected as I go out and accomplish things. (Hopefully.)
My boutique to get going: I've gotta keep Roxy's memory alive in a way that doesn't make me sad. And I need something to do that's creative and challenging. If I don't have a husband or a baby, all I have is myself to wake up for, and that's getting old.
Vera Bradley, "Hope Garden": It's pretty :) Send me your email and I'll send you my wish list.
Sanity: With all that I've been through, it's amazing I've still got some in me. Sometimes, though, I think I'm running on empty. Of course, maybe I don't and I'm just crazy enough to fake it. That sounds like a better explanation.
I'm whiling my time waiting for this wish list to be filled, thinking about drinking a good ol' vodka tonic, Mackey Style. (That's a whole 'nother post.)
Vodka Tonic (Mackey Style)
You need:
16 oz. cup (preferably clear plastic)
Ice
Vodka
Tonic Water
Lime juice
Limes (sliced, duh!)
Directions:
Fill cup with ice
Pour a single shot of vodka
Fill with tonic
Add lots of lime juice and lots of lime slices, to taste, of course
A baby: 'Cause babies make the world right. You can't be upset around a baby because they will sense that and scream until you calm down. And they're just so sweet, it takes a lot to get upset when a baby is around.
Decent health insurance: It's not right when the amount of money I spent on my healthcare this year has totaled what I could comfortably live on for a year. Granted, I've been sick. But, really?!? My accountant gasped when I told her the number (and she's pretty stoic about that kind of stuff).
A new car: 'Cause Ava ain't cuttin' it anymore. Acura RDX in that white color, please and thank you.
A BlackBerry: I am turning into a tech junkie. And I am learning how easy it will be to stay connected as I go out and accomplish things. (Hopefully.)
My boutique to get going: I've gotta keep Roxy's memory alive in a way that doesn't make me sad. And I need something to do that's creative and challenging. If I don't have a husband or a baby, all I have is myself to wake up for, and that's getting old.
Vera Bradley, "Hope Garden": It's pretty :) Send me your email and I'll send you my wish list.
Sanity: With all that I've been through, it's amazing I've still got some in me. Sometimes, though, I think I'm running on empty. Of course, maybe I don't and I'm just crazy enough to fake it. That sounds like a better explanation.
I'm whiling my time waiting for this wish list to be filled, thinking about drinking a good ol' vodka tonic, Mackey Style. (That's a whole 'nother post.)
Vodka Tonic (Mackey Style)
You need:
16 oz. cup (preferably clear plastic)
Ice
Vodka
Tonic Water
Lime juice
Limes (sliced, duh!)
Directions:
Fill cup with ice
Pour a single shot of vodka
Fill with tonic
Add lots of lime juice and lots of lime slices, to taste, of course
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