Punch Drunk Love (made for 2)
2 oz strawberry daquiri mix
1 oz grain alcohol
2 oz white rum
2 oz cranberry juice
1 oz sweetened lime juice
Maraschino cherries
Mix grain alcohol, rum and lime juice in a cocktail shaker over ice and shake it like it owes you money. Add cranberry juice and daquiri mix and shake it again (because it may be holding out, who knows?).
Pour the delicious concoction over ice in a hurricane glass. Garnish with the cherries and enjoy!
Why is it that whenever you cook for a new boyfriend for the first time, almost everything goes wrong? You never flip the omelet just right, your pancakes look a tad too pale and you accidentally overcook the veggie sausages... Ay dios mio!
Oh did I mention that Isaac and I are like official?
Yeah.
It happened a few weeks ago (I tried to write about it, but had some computer issues and unfortunately the post was lost). I have been travelling for work an extensive amount and seem to always end up on the flights that are delayed, or have to fly through some cataclysmic storm or something. One particular day I was having an especially trying time at the airport (long lines, late flights, delays, get on the plane, get off the plane, delayed again, yadda yadda yaddda) and Isaac was picking me up from the airport. My flight was 4 hours behind schedule and landed at 1AM, but Issac was still there waiting for me. He gave me the biggest hug (exactly what I needed) and I just wanted to go home and hit the sheets. As he loaded my luggage in his trunk, I opened the passenger side door and there was a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on the seat.
He just stopped at the supermarket and picked up a large bouquet that were a bit mangled from having to had survive being picked over all day.
They were perfect.
See, while I totally am in to flowers and that sweet shit, I only like them on those "just because" occasions. Don't give me flowers on Valentine's day just because corporate honchos at Hallmark and 1-800 Flowers sent subliminal messages telling you to do so. But giving me flowers because I've had a shitty day or just because it's Tuesday? I fucks with that.
Then on the drive from Midway to my apartment he asked me to be his girlfriend. All high school and official like.
So just like that, Alice has a boyfriend.
I hope I don't fuck it up.
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15 July 2010
31 May 2010
Boy Talk
Thinker...
2 oz white rum
1 oz blue curacao
2 oz guanabana nectar
1 tbsp sweetened lime juice
Mix all ingredients in a cocktail shaker over ice (if you haven't noticed by now, 99% of my drinks involve a cocktail shaker) and shake it like you're starring in a Shake Weight commercial.
Pour into a chilled martini glass and garnish with a maraschino cherry.
Sip and think and sip and think...
So I haven' really gotten around to talking about the boys. Some have a super long and complicated history and frankly, I just haven't had the time (or wanted to give them the energy) of going into detail. But tonight I received a message from one of them and it got me going.
His name is Brady. We dated on and off and on and off for 5 years. We have an insanely complicated history that includes pain and heartache and tears. It also had joy and laughter and (lawd knows) pleasure. In the end (I say "end" gingerly because who knows when it will ever really end?) we weren't on the same page. I wanted to settle down and start a family. He did not. I decided that I couldn't go on any further knowing that I wouldn't be happy with the tumultuous nature of what we had. It was like he only wanted the things that I wanted when I threatened to take them and me away.
The Chicago move was made easier by our last year. I think that I did more crying that year than any other and when I gave him an ultimatum to move forward or move on he called my bluff. I honestly think that he thought that me relocating was all bullshit. After all, not many people uproot their entire lives and move 750 miles away with no support system and for what seems to be no apparent reason. It's not like I was going away to school or HAD to move for a job (we all know how that worked out). But he was wrong. Before I left I refused to see him. He kept saying that we needed closure. Unbeknownst to him I'd had my closure when I decided to start interviewing and apartment hunting in Illinois. He would send me text messages and drive by my house testing whether or not I had actually left. Then one day he drove by and there was a moving truck outside. I don't think that he knows that I saw him, but I did. I think of him often. I was so close to calling him a few days ago just to tell him that I missed him, but I didn't. It wouldn't have been healthy for me or helpful to what my new reality is. I'm moving forward with everything in my life and old relationships need not be resurrected.
Then tonight I got a text message (I set it so that all of his calls go directly to voicemail) and he said that he wants all of the things that I want. That he was ready to settle down and ready to start a family with me. That the timing was off before, but now it's right.
His timing...
I told him that he was 3 months too late and to have a good night.
And now I'm crying and thinking and writing, and it's 2005 and 2006 and 2007 and 2008 and especially 2009 all over again.
2 oz white rum
1 oz blue curacao
2 oz guanabana nectar
1 tbsp sweetened lime juice
Mix all ingredients in a cocktail shaker over ice (if you haven't noticed by now, 99% of my drinks involve a cocktail shaker) and shake it like you're starring in a Shake Weight commercial.
Pour into a chilled martini glass and garnish with a maraschino cherry.
Sip and think and sip and think...
So I haven' really gotten around to talking about the boys. Some have a super long and complicated history and frankly, I just haven't had the time (or wanted to give them the energy) of going into detail. But tonight I received a message from one of them and it got me going.
His name is Brady. We dated on and off and on and off for 5 years. We have an insanely complicated history that includes pain and heartache and tears. It also had joy and laughter and (lawd knows) pleasure. In the end (I say "end" gingerly because who knows when it will ever really end?) we weren't on the same page. I wanted to settle down and start a family. He did not. I decided that I couldn't go on any further knowing that I wouldn't be happy with the tumultuous nature of what we had. It was like he only wanted the things that I wanted when I threatened to take them and me away.
The Chicago move was made easier by our last year. I think that I did more crying that year than any other and when I gave him an ultimatum to move forward or move on he called my bluff. I honestly think that he thought that me relocating was all bullshit. After all, not many people uproot their entire lives and move 750 miles away with no support system and for what seems to be no apparent reason. It's not like I was going away to school or HAD to move for a job (we all know how that worked out). But he was wrong. Before I left I refused to see him. He kept saying that we needed closure. Unbeknownst to him I'd had my closure when I decided to start interviewing and apartment hunting in Illinois. He would send me text messages and drive by my house testing whether or not I had actually left. Then one day he drove by and there was a moving truck outside. I don't think that he knows that I saw him, but I did. I think of him often. I was so close to calling him a few days ago just to tell him that I missed him, but I didn't. It wouldn't have been healthy for me or helpful to what my new reality is. I'm moving forward with everything in my life and old relationships need not be resurrected.
Then tonight I got a text message (I set it so that all of his calls go directly to voicemail) and he said that he wants all of the things that I want. That he was ready to settle down and ready to start a family with me. That the timing was off before, but now it's right.
His timing...
I told him that he was 3 months too late and to have a good night.
And now I'm crying and thinking and writing, and it's 2005 and 2006 and 2007 and 2008 and especially 2009 all over again.
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