4 posts tagged “martini”

... Like a beer in a martini glass.

What did you drink that made you do your last famous Hollywood "spit-take"? 
Submitted by LittleGreenBook. 

You see, there's a problem with this question right off the bat, in that it's mixing a memory response with a drinking response.

Rarely the twain shall meet.

The last that I recall, which doesn't mean that it's actually my latest, was in Seattle in an establishment appropriately titled "Marcus' Martini Heaven" which is down the stairs under a respectable looking chain sandwich shop.

Seattle has a lot of those "down the stairs" establishments, particularly in the Pioneer Square neighborhood.

Seek them out sometime.

Especially Marcus' .

Never mind all the puns, as in taking the stairs DOWN to heaven, or to find heaven you must GO DOWN.

The 75 martinis are reward enough, just not all at once, please.

However, before all of that Seattle dot-com stock-option blur, there was high school.

In high school we would pride ourselves on setup jokes that needed only a one-liner reminders to set us all off laughing again.

Once setup, we would wait until someone in the group was taking a drink at lunch and fire off the one-line reminder or punch line to the joke, which, often enough, elicited a "spit-take".

Bonus points for milk and double bonus points for a nasal-expelled spit-take.

Tonight I get to play the role.

It's all about making the wife look good.

The groove will be at his most cordial and socially-networked mingle-ie.

The millionaire and his company are throwing an industry holiday mixer.

Hanging with the millionaire is always a gas, but due to the nature and tone of the shin-dig
there will likely be little if any opportunity to meet the gardener and the chemist
like we usually do when he's afoot.

We used the barter system to trade off the kids for the night with another mom from my wife's
working-mothers group.

We'll reciprocate for her when they have their own adult holiday functions to attend.

As for liquid refreshers, I'm going to keep it at a socially-sipping in polite company two martini quota.

The wife already treated me to two local microbrews with lunch at the local brewpub, so my vice
is already well-sated for the day.

It's not often, usually only weddings that the wife and I are afforded the opportunity to promenade in our finery.

So, some recap of this week:

Tuesday afternoon the Grandparents-in-law from California arrived and I picked them up from the airport.

Just in time for rush-hour traffic on the way back home on the 94 and 75.

Wednesday morning, we drove down to the airport, through morning rush traffic on 75 and 94 to catch a flight to Nashville for a short layover and then on to L.A.

Where we arrived just in time for afternoon rush on 405 to 101.

That's a lot of rush hour for one 24 hour period, but hey, it's our first kid-free vacation since the youngest arrived six months ago.

But this vacation has a purpose, so it's not dirty.

This vacation is ostensibly for the wedding of a friend, who started out as the younger brother of a friend, but who grew into a full-fledged member of the crew as we all got older.

He even attended the same university as the wife and I, but didn't attend until after we'd graduated.

Even had the same major.

So, same dorms, same profs, same buildings, and same bars.

A bit weird that somebody you know ends up with so many of the same memories that you have, but acquired independently of yours.

So, we've been here a few days, and it seems like a week or more given the amount of activity and drinking that's been going on.  Fitting three or four days worth of living into each 24 hour period.

I'm beat, but there are a few more days left of the craziness, so I will soldier on through it, knowing that I have to savor this now,  because I have to be a responsible parent-type again by the middle of next week, for who knows how long at a stretch next time before we can cut loose again.

Yesterday, it was back down 101 to 405 to meet my wife's ex-boss at her new agency to catchup and nosh.

Though my wife's from North of L.A. she never spent much time in the actual city, so it was nice to have an excuse to actually get down there with a guide to navigate us around to a good place to eat and some suggestions for the rest of the afternoon.

After lunch, we waded through surf at Manhattan Beach and then took scenic PCH back up to Ventura County.

Then it was more drinking and eating, and being loud and obnoxious and scaring shit out of the bride and her family wondering what in good gravy they were getting married into.

I remember a key lime pie martini with graham cracker crumbs around the rim.

I remember an Italian restaurant that was way too nice for us and too us.

I think I peed there, cuz I remember there being really nice tile up along the walls.

Then walking, and a Thai restaurant that caught our eye and amazing Pad Prik King with green beans.

Then a hotel, more drinking, lots of suites, a nice barkeep that used her church-key to open a beer I'd bought at the store, but didn't have an opener for.

Raspberry vodka in a room with mango mixer.  Arrogant Bastard Ale that I can't find in the Midwest, but that I loved in college and that I always look for in Seattle or Cali.

A drive home, that was in all likelihood, irresponsible.

Waking up with a mean craving for IHOP.

Now it's off to the beach and the bottle.

And I'll write more, eventually, probably next week about what little I will remember of the rest of this week when the jet-lag and hangover subside.