Just returned from a kick-ass beer nap on an empty beach (except for some groovy pelicans) and now it’s time to start drinking.
Happy hour occurs every day between 4:30 and 5 at the house of Sid’s grandparental units. But today is special. Friday night is always “Martini Night.” I’m about to hit the shower and Granddad’s already preparing drinks and whispering “vermouth” across the top of the glasses (he likes them dry).
I hope your week is ending with an equal amount of celebration.
sid world headquarters
JK | 23-Apr-04 at 5:35 pm | Permalink
I think it may have been Churchill who said that the only way to obtain the proper proportion in a martini is to let a ray of light shine through the vermouth bottle onto the gin. Enjoy, but stir rather than shake (as you’ll bruise the gin).
Sighhh, I could talk about martinis forever, but my university office frowns on having alcohol on campus. Back to it.
blindassassin | 23-Apr-04 at 7:54 pm | Permalink
There used to be a fabulous restaurant in Norfolk VA called *The Dumbwaiter* –he would intentionally misspell his menu (le sigh, it is now in the great restaurant in the sky)–in which the (and this is important to get the feel for the place) very gay, Mississippi-born, kitsch-loving proprietor whose name is also Sid, would have “Damn Dollar Martinis” every night for happy hour. It was steps away from where we worked, so after a long day, we’d all take our meager earnings and spend very little to get very drunk. Those were good times. Glad you’re having a blissful time.
the mighty jimbo | 29-Apr-04 at 1:24 am | Permalink
oh man. drinking and napping and beaches. toss in some back rubs and open minded strippers and that’s a vacation.