"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry."
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
The Road
I still have that strange buzz/rumble from the highway stuck in my head.. my being, I guess. 900 some miles in all.
Motels and awfully tiny pillows. Why are these pillows so small. Like midgets did all the ordering of supplies round these parts. They are as fucking tall as they are wide. You can't put 2 together. Damn it all. Everytime I role my head over I fall off and strike the mattress. Who would do such a thing? Marque De Sade brand pillows.
Finally asleep and then..... I hear "fuck me harder". What the hell? I hear it again. I am a little confused having fallen asleep with a really nice buzz off the 6 pack of lager. "Fuck me harder". Then I hear the unmistakeable sound of a headboard slapping the wall like the bassist for James Brown hitting the strings. Ok.... I am awake. What now? I feel like knocking and asking him if he can fuck her harder. If not for her for me. So I can go back to sleep. They apear to have completed the task....... Now they are fucking talking. What kind of alpha male fucking has a conversation about feelings after humping. Maybe he did indeed need to fuck her harder because he is awake and ready to share some deep thoughts and reflect on the previous day.
The road. I can still feel the road.
Motels and awfully tiny pillows. Why are these pillows so small. Like midgets did all the ordering of supplies round these parts. They are as fucking tall as they are wide. You can't put 2 together. Damn it all. Everytime I role my head over I fall off and strike the mattress. Who would do such a thing? Marque De Sade brand pillows.
Finally asleep and then..... I hear "fuck me harder". What the hell? I hear it again. I am a little confused having fallen asleep with a really nice buzz off the 6 pack of lager. "Fuck me harder". Then I hear the unmistakeable sound of a headboard slapping the wall like the bassist for James Brown hitting the strings. Ok.... I am awake. What now? I feel like knocking and asking him if he can fuck her harder. If not for her for me. So I can go back to sleep. They apear to have completed the task....... Now they are fucking talking. What kind of alpha male fucking has a conversation about feelings after humping. Maybe he did indeed need to fuck her harder because he is awake and ready to share some deep thoughts and reflect on the previous day.
Back on the road...... It is like I am on a tread mill. The truck seems motionless and the road... the road appears to be the revovling mechanism. It makes my eyes and senses go all funny. The only thing that breaks the feeling is the heavy downpours and getting excited to sing a Charlie Rich song at the top of my lungs because no one can hear me.
Drink of the Day
The Harpoon
1½ oz vodka
½ oz orange liquor
¼ oz lime juiceDash of cranberry juice
Slice of lime
Add dash of cranberry juice, pour liquors and lime juice into mixing glass. Shake briskly and pour into Martini Glass. Add slice of lime to garnish.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Mitchum Sings.....
What a bad album? I am a huge fan of the theme from Thunder Road so I tried this gem out. From the fake accent to the horribly written songs.
Momma look a boo boo.......... The music is cool, but the rest is a real stinker. I hope he was hammered and stoned.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
The Vesper
In Ian Fleming's original book, Casino Royale (1953), Bond orders a dry martini in a deep champagne glass, asking for it to be made with three measures of Gordon's gin, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet, a sweet French apertif. "Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel."
He calls this drink a "Vesper", after Vesper Lynd, the original Bond Girl.
Thunderball (1965)
Watching the 1965 Classic Thunderball set in Nassau, Bahama.
He fights Largo to stop a nuclear warhead, but I think they should all just kick back and have a drink. The money and the ladies, I would hang out Emilio Largo. He has a pool full of sharks and henchmen.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Moustache- A journey
I am travelling down a strange road, into what seems to be a treacherous land. The road is less travelled in this current time period. Seldom seen in public and not for the faint of heart. I am day 5 into being moustachioed. A strange cruel world of moustache bias has reared its ugly head.
How will the journey end and is it worth reading about?
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Ready to hit the lanes.
Big day of bowling. Got my ball polished and I am ready to consume beer.
Come on 200. I am feeling it today.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Drinkin
Happy Buddha
1.5 oz Rum.
.5 oz Roses Lime Juice
.5 oz Orange liqueur
2 oz Guava Nectar
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Caipirissima
Drink Recipe Ingredients:
1.5 oz. Silver Rum
5 lime wedges
1 tablespoon(s) sugar
3 oz. freshly squeezed lime juice
crushed ice
1.5 oz. Silver Rum
5 lime wedges
1 tablespoon(s) sugar
3 oz. freshly squeezed lime juice
crushed ice
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Swimmy Trunks
I got my swimmy trunks ready.
I need to get my bronze on.
I got a matching set the other day. Ready to lounge.
Gimlet
The Gimlet. I guess I am a little bit of a novice with gin. Here is a recipe for the Gimlet.
2 ounces London dry gin
2/3 ounce Rose's lime juice
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Beer
A classy dinner requires a classy beer. The Champagne of beers.
Grain Belt. It's the party beer. Now I miss Grain Belt night at Whitey's.
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