I am total science geek and I just found out (not two seconds ago) that there is going to be a SCIENCE FESTIVAL at AT&T Park in November! I am so there!
Check out the deets here!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
A Festival for Science?!
I am total science geek and I just found out (not two seconds ago) that there is going to be a SCIENCE FESTIVAL at AT&T Park in November! I am so there!
Check out the deets here!
Friday, August 26, 2011
Boozy
I have been thinking a lot about booze... and age. I was recently looked down upon for *gasp* drinking a vodka-red bull (how college freshman of you!). It got me to thinking: what's the big deal here? Why does it matter so much what a person prefers to drink?
I think that perhaps there is a hierarchy of cocktails, one that most people might agree to, but would rarely adhere to. Perhaps we can find a pattern within my own tumultuous relationship with booze.
High School/First Drunk: I think my first real drink (when no parents were home and my friends and I were having a sleepover) were four or five chugs of Bailey's. At a mere 117 pounds, I found myself a bit tipsy and stumbling about in my Betty Boop pajamas. No hangover to speak of the next day, of course.
Post-High School/First SERIOUS Drunk: I believe it was a concoction of Pepsi (ugh) and Southern Comfort. This drunk caught me by total surprise and I remember the world spinning as I flopped onto the hood of my car after attempting to walk to a gas station bathroom (no, I was not driving!). Hangover was a maggoty stomach and extreme headache, the likes of which I have never experienced again and wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
College/Sorority/OMGIWASSODRUNK Drunk: Ah, the golden years. The years of mixing shots of Stoli with shots of tequila with cocktail-shots like Slippery Nipples. Oh, and let's not forget jungle juice, whose main ingredients were... fruit punch powder and a plethora of cheap spirits? This could also be known as my "Sapphire and Tonic" era. Inspired by my dad, this was my drink of choice for many years.
Later College/I'd-like-to-get-drunk-but-not-THAT-drunk Drunk: This was the time when I was disillusioned by sorority life, but still liked to get my drink on. Did I mention that it was during college that I developed a sincere and lasting relationship with beer? Mostly only drunk as a chaser, or with greasy pub food, but a relationship nonetheless. This was also the time that I cultivated my taste for wine (thanks Dad!) and also found out the Cabernet Sauvignon was the most delicious substance on the earth. It was also during this time that I began to rely on vodka-red bulls in order to stay awake past midnight for those parties that I was "almost" too old for. Hey, working full time and finishing up my degree part time makes me a cranky girl!
Post-College/Sophisticated Drunk: It was at this time that I realized Grey Goose martinis didn't taste like rubbing alcohol! I had tasted martinis before, and though I don't know what cheap-ass vodka they used, I knew that they sure didn't taste like my Grey Goose martini! Ooooh the deliciousness of a well made martini... with three olives, not two, thank you very much!
I am still continuing to learn and experience all that the bar scene has to offer, recently I sampled a drink mixed with Hibiscus and found it quite delicious! Who knows what the future may hold!
I think that perhaps there is a hierarchy of cocktails, one that most people might agree to, but would rarely adhere to. Perhaps we can find a pattern within my own tumultuous relationship with booze.
High School/First Drunk: I think my first real drink (when no parents were home and my friends and I were having a sleepover) were four or five chugs of Bailey's. At a mere 117 pounds, I found myself a bit tipsy and stumbling about in my Betty Boop pajamas. No hangover to speak of the next day, of course.
Post-High School/First SERIOUS Drunk: I believe it was a concoction of Pepsi (ugh) and Southern Comfort. This drunk caught me by total surprise and I remember the world spinning as I flopped onto the hood of my car after attempting to walk to a gas station bathroom (no, I was not driving!). Hangover was a maggoty stomach and extreme headache, the likes of which I have never experienced again and wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
College/Sorority/OMGIWASSODRUNK Drunk: Ah, the golden years. The years of mixing shots of Stoli with shots of tequila with cocktail-shots like Slippery Nipples. Oh, and let's not forget jungle juice, whose main ingredients were... fruit punch powder and a plethora of cheap spirits? This could also be known as my "Sapphire and Tonic" era. Inspired by my dad, this was my drink of choice for many years.
Post-College/Sophisticated Drunk: It was at this time that I realized Grey Goose martinis didn't taste like rubbing alcohol! I had tasted martinis before, and though I don't know what cheap-ass vodka they used, I knew that they sure didn't taste like my Grey Goose martini! Ooooh the deliciousness of a well made martini... with three olives, not two, thank you very much!
I am still continuing to learn and experience all that the bar scene has to offer, recently I sampled a drink mixed with Hibiscus and found it quite delicious! Who knows what the future may hold!
"Here's to you,
Here's to me,
Sisters forever we shall be,
If we should ever disagree,
F$#* you! Here's to me!"
-my badass sister, Mari
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