Tippling Tuesday, Round 2
It started here with the realization that Tuesdays suck, a fact upon which everyone who’s not Canadian seems to agree. (Since the Canadian is still recovering from laproscopic surgery, I’m pretty confident he’ll agree that this Tuesday sucks.)
Anyway, so goes the story behind why Tuesdays became the night for celebration of all things Martini.
Ok, maybe not all things Martini. That was pretty darned nasty, wasn’t it?
I think I’ll stick with Riesling tonight. Two glasses, tops. I mean that: I’ve got to be up early tomorrow morning for a dental appointment, and the last thing I want is to have a hangover banging around in my brain while the hygienist is scraping away with that horrid little metal pick.
So… what’s in YOUR glass?
I raise my glass of wine to you, my dear.
May I recommend a bit of dark chocolate to go along with your wine? It did wonders for my spirits a few minutes ago.
I foolishly agreed to work some extra hours at my hospital today. Now I remember why I work nights instead of days: BECAUSE I HATE DOCTORS!!
Ooops, here come the dementors again. ‘Scuse me while I refill my glass and get more chocolate.
I seem to recall being warned that chocolate triggers migraines, which is what I’m trying to get rid of, Rose. Will you eat the chocolate for me? Please?
And if you’ve put up with doctors all day, you deserve not only that chocolate but the whole bottle of wine, too.
Only for you, Kate. I’ll eat the chocolate, sigh.
Cheap drinks tonight – Kahlua Mudslides in the bottle. I always write better when slightly inebriated.
Bloody Mary, I think. We’ll see when I get home.
Had 3 glasses of red wine. Delicious!!
Hmm, chocolate sounds like a good idea too
Cheers!
Jae wrote: I always write better when slightly inebriated.
I think this explains the connection between blogs and booze better than just about everything.
I was a good girl. One glass of wine and in bed by 8:30.
And my migraine is completely GONE!
Balvenie Double Wood single malt Scotch. Accompanied by a pipe full of a Latakia tobacco blend.
I’m hoping that’s from last night, Jeff, or else you’re off to a very early start.
My evening drink is always a cheap blended scotch; while I like single malts, my consumption is high enough to make single malts too expensive.
(My ex-wife, before I made the mistake of marrying her, bought Laphroiagh for me; the best scotch ever. Once, when she was marinating some beef, she decided to use a bottle of scotch I kept for people I did not like. When we sat down to dinner, her son said “This tastes like burnt plastic.”
(Well, he had not probably tasted burnt plastic, but, thanks to a Cub Scout project, we had smelt it. With her usual compassion, she told him to eat it and stop complaining. However, when I tasted her dinner, I agreed with him and said “Honey, let’s order in pizza.” I asked her about her marinade, and noted that the scotch she used was reserved for people I did not like.) (The pizza was good; or, at least, better than the marinated beef.)
I’ve written too much, but that’s what happens when one drinks a little too much: Don’t drink and post.
Kate, have you talked to your physician about the migranes? I don’t read any daily except for the WSJ, but I seem to remember that there are new recent discoveries and medications for migranes.
Otto, I’ve seen the doctor and she has seen me. Neither of us has yet to discover a migraine preventative, short of possibly getting a hysterectomy. And I’m not ready for that yet!
YUUUUCCKKKY! LOL!
Too funny. Missed this post and you threw something my way
And yes, that sucked
That’s all right, there’s always tomorrow.