Never disappoints.
I myself tweeted 'Cooling down the crispy, citrus-y chardonnay for tonight...' earlier today. Because I am. Cooling down the crispy, citrus-y chardonnay for tonight, that is. And fully intend to drink more than one glass of it too. Regardless of Julochka's admission of what her seemingly normal husband had done to a precious bottle of Patron tequila, which sort of initially made me want to treat my Patron like it should be treated instead of indulging in the the crispy, citrus-y chardonnay, just to, you know, give the Patron the kind of respect it deserves. To make up for the insult. Somehow.
Poor baby, my Patron.
Respectful tequila drinking naturally involving 1) only drinking the best of tequilas (get your shitty Jose Cuervo out of my line of sight or I might just bite you, or someone standing too close), 2) only drinking the aged, or añejo, variant, 3) enjoying it neat, with a glass of sangrita on the side, 4-100) and never ever using it in a milky concoction. Never, ever.
But where am I going with this? Other than on yet another tequila rant (it has been a while).
Well, mis queridos, I was thinking of making a toast, or several.
Tonight, I'll go with the Friday-flow, and raise my glass (which at the mo is a teacup containing a Pukka green chai blend which I know is wrong on a lot of levels, but which will eventually become a glass of crispy, citrus-y chardonnay, you know, once I get my ass into wino-gear):
to Boot Camp ultimate discomfort and many wedgies with a twist of butt-crack sweat breaking up for the weekend. But it's for my... health?
to meat. Specifically lamb. Given. Almost implicit at this stage. Kind of like raising my glass to coffee.
to coffee.
to Molly's nouveau babe, Stella. Hey STELLAAAAAAAA....... This is for you. (Was I really screaming? Really?)
to good tequila. And drinking it like it should be drunk. With no salt in sight.
to my chicken covered in suspicious pesto (not a euphemism, although it would be an awesome one), and my finally learning to cook something so that not one person barfed after eating it. I have made myself very proud. And my chicken all pestoed nice and oily.
to sort of being back in the blogosphere after taking some time off. Intentionally and unintentionally. And attempting to comment again. Even if the comment was about flesh eating bacteria.
to El Grande Vikingo who works like a maniac these days. I love him so.
to selling some photos, and using the earnings immediately to buy shoes.
to real names. Not mine, of course.
to not giving up on me and my uncommunicative ass.
And
to you. All of you lovely people.
What would you toast today? Other than drinking tequila properly and shunning people who don't.
My Patron in my garden. Just hanging out, watching the sun go down.
Sweaty kisses for the weekend and some toast(s) for all. MWAH!
