A man of leisure could never find a better friend than the woman who is CaGa. That's a photo of her (above) sipping a bloody [spoken through clenched teeth, of course] at Perry's on Union Street. Very tasty, by the way. The Bloody Mary, that is. CaGa, too, I suppose, but I think a better term to describe her is (using her own catch-phrase) "Super-fabulous." She will be in charge of IMOL's stylistic concerns once corporate sponsors start pouring in the $$ for all these links I keep providing you the reader. I love her ideas for my new business card, too. It's going to be black with fancy letters. Can't wait to start passing them out.
Until then, she has instructed me to not include any more cell phone camera shots in this blog and to tuck in my shirt. We'll see if with that the people at Skyy Vodka will start paying attention finally.
A shout out to JeDa, whose birthday it is today - even though it's been years since we've seen each other, you can't say I ever forget... and thanks too for supporting my writing endeavors, as always, by reading this blog.
Oh, and I think it's time for a survey again:
MeRe turned me onto dirty martini's, so I'm leaning towards this drink as my personal potent potable. I also always enjoyed listening to her tell the bartender, "I want it dirty, dirty - just when you think it's dirty enough, go ahead and make it dirtier."
So... if San Francisco's Skyy Vodka ends up sponsoring International Woman of Leisure instead of me - what should IMOL's signature drink be and how should the order be uttered?
a) "Pour me an Absolut Dirty Martini, please.";
b) "I'll have a Dirty Bird, thank you." (Grey Goose);
c) "Belvedere... up but far from clear.";
d) "Pearl, please, not white or black... but as green as you can make it."
e) "Findlandia... filthy, shaken and stirred."
Or maybe I should just have MeRe order my drinks for me...
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