Time for me to share another set of photos from my archives. Here's some photos from when Harriet hosted a party, and things got a little crazy. First George and Harriet started that "Pass the Orange" game, where you essentially just look like you're making out:
All I can think about is alcohol. It's Saturday night and I am going out for a much-needed Girls' Night. But all I can think of are drinks based on the color of my friends' outfits. Gina is wearing pink, so naturally I think of a Pink Lady; Ali's in a brown halter, so I think of a Dirty Mother. And Ali doesn't even have kids.
We get to the bar and sit in a corner booth. Loud but slow acid jazz is blaring. I should be relaxing and enjoying the time with my friends. But looking over at the bar, I feel like I'm in an office supply store. It affects me as much as looking at a row of file folders. I'm seeing the bar the way it is in the classroom; it all looks like colored water to me. I can smell the food-coloring and paint. None of it looks appetizing and I find that I'm not thirsty.
Just as I'm about to reach a new level of frustration, a couple of guys walk up to us. "Can I buy you a martini?" the tall one asks. But all I can think of is where the dry vermouth bottle sits in the well. Do I want it electric or nuclear? What's the stupid garnish on those? It's too much to think about so I decline and shoo them away.
You've probably heard the phrase simple syrup if you've been around high-end bartenders or mixologists. It is a basic sugar-and-water syrup used to make drinks at bars. The syrup is obviously used as a sweetener and makes a great base for inventing new drinks. Since it gels readily when pectin is added, it can also be used as a base for fruit sauces, toppings, and preserves. A lot of mixology requires simple syrup, and to be an excellent mixologist, you should make your own. Here's how:
All you need is 1 cup water and 1 cup sugar.
In a small saucepan, bring sugar and water to a boil; simmer until the sugar is dissolved, 3 minutes. Remove from the heat and let cool completely.
This recipe makes about 1 1/2 cups. To make a richer syrup, use 2 cups of sugar instead of just 1.
You can make as small or as large a batch as you wish and store it in the refrigerator in a well sealed bottle for around 6 months.
It's been a stressful week, but we see the light at the end of the tunnel called Friday. Here at the Lounge, we're doing a little housework and redecorating, getting ready for autumn. So I thought for Thirsty Thursday we could all relieve our woes with an Absolut Stress.
In a cocktail shaker pour Absolut vodka, dark rum, peach Schnapps, orange juice, and cranberry juice (about an ounce each).
Pour over ice in a tall glass.
Garnish with a slice of orange and a cherry.
Say "Aaahhhh" as the relaxation pours over you.
Joi Lansing was born Joyce Wassmansdorff in Salt Lake City, Utah on April 6, 1929. A buxom blonde model and actress, her earliest work was as a model, which eventually led to a weak film career.
On television she appeared on “The Adventures of Wild Bill Hickcock,” “I Love Lucy,” and “The Beverly Hillbillies” in a recurring role. Joi took a hiatus from films in 1950 while she concentrated on her modeling career.
In 1951, she married fellow actor Lance Fuller almost immediately after both had made brief appearances in the 1952 hit musical “Singin' in the Rain.” Fuller also acted in a number of B-films throughout the 1950s, including “This Island Earth” (featured in “MST3K: The Movie”) and “The Bride and the Beast,” written by Ed Wood. Lansing's marriage to Fuller lasted longer than many other celeb unions, ending 2 years later. With her film career dwindling, Lansing utilized her gorgeous figure to return to modeling.
Every Tuesday, I will be reposting "vintage" posts that had previously only appeared on the now-defunct blog SorryIGotDrunk.com. This is the second post in an 8-part series called "Bartending 101." Enjoy!
I love men. I love your one-track minds, how you yearn for the power of the remote, and how you talk about sports like we discuss “Real Housewives.” But the one thing I will never understand is how you guys worship James Bond.
It’s the beginning of another class when Betty waits for everyone to settle in, and then very dramatically and bluntly she announces, “James Bond is a pussy.” There is a collective gasp that fills the room.
I, of course, don’t really have an opinion on Mr. Double-Oh-Seven. Not like I hate the guy, I just don’t have much information to go on. The only James Bond imagery I’ve seen is when it’s spoofed in an Austin Powers movie.
But the men in my class go ballistic. There are hurt expressions and many protests…one dude puts his hand to his heart as if he’s experiencing chest-pains. “What??” one guy finally whispers.
“James Bond is a pussy,” Betty repeats. She looks around the room, knowing the blasphemy she’s committed. And then she tells us why.