gin pops

I see these in my plans this weekend. Add some nicotine and Alazopram and we're set.

NYMAG
Gin-and-Chile-Infused Grapefruit
Eben Freeman, mixologist, Tailor
A spiced-up version of a greyhound cocktail (gin and grapefruit juice, classically); Freeman nicknames this pop the “Hot Dog.” As your mouth turns cold, you’re bombarded with that most elusive of taste sensations: citrusy icy-hotness.



2 cups fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice
1/4 serrano chile
3 ounces Plymouth gin
2 ounces sugar
Grenadine for color



Combine all ingredients in a bowl, and let rest in the refrigerator for half an hour. Remove chile, add liquid to molds, and freeze. Serves about 10.

this story's not finished

Through some twist of randomness and over exuberance you decide it's a good idea to try and connect with someone who lives in your neighborhood.
Someone you've never seen but apparently lives a block away.
After many email exchanges and an anti-climatic meeting you should've spent elsewhere,
you both realize (in the three seconds it takes to size someone up) that there is zero chemistry.
Then, just to prove life is a horror show- this person suddenly begins appearing on your path. Like every day.
My brain is now trained to scan crowds for anyone who looks likes the woman who gets killed early in a Brian De Palma movie.

But wait...
Then you become obsessed. And this woman becomes anyone. Every person matching the slightest description is them at a glance.
That couldn't have been her- she doesn't have a bike?

caves of dunhuang

Need this on my walls yesterday.

mogwai- the sun smells too loud

pj harvey

chills

strippers- vegas

My private dance (I didn't ask for but, someone always buys a dance for the shy guy) turned into a therapy session- so awkward.
Stripper- "Your kinda quiet".
Me in my head- "well- as it turns out. I don't really have a lot in common with strippers".
Me in reality- Much painful over-shares about separation and not dating!!!
You have no idea how un-cool being in a VIP section of a strip club is until you've lived it.
It's like loser squared with a spotlight.
and you where there continued...
Stripper- "What's your name"
Me- "Matt"
Stripper- "What?"
Me- "M y   n a m e   i s   M a t t" - Loud video of Goldfrapp playing in background, while Japanese businessmen stumble by.
Stripper- "My name is Mona- do want to have a dance?"
Me "I don't have any m o n e y"
Me "Try my friend I v a n" - points at Ivan.
Repeat that about a hundred times.

nuff said...