Sunday, January 29, 2006

something about a wine expo...

WOW...I never thought I could sample so much good wine in one night. Had a '67 and a '76 all in the same evening...and realized I know absolutely nothing about the fine art of tasting wine. Fortunately, I had a good coach by my side. I will post more about this expo and all of the fantastic wine (with links) that I sampled in due course, but now I'm off to bed...

Saturday, January 28, 2006

drink recipe

This one's for Luckybuzz...

POMEGRANATE COCKTAIL

I think this could go well with a little bumper pool :)

Friday, January 27, 2006

Tag, I'm it (Dirty Martini)

From Luckybuzz...

Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.
1) doris
2) zerodoll
3) Overread
4) luckybuzz
5) dirty martini

Next select five people to tag:
1) Tequila Fog

Can only think of one (so far...)

What were you doing 10 years ago?
Getting my BA in VA, enjoying turning 21 way too much, walking around town with a backpack full of beer.

What were you doing 1 year ago?
Still adjusting to becoming a new mom.

Five snacks you enjoy:
1) sweet potato chips
2) mozzerella sticks
3) cheese and crackers
4) chocolate
5) beer

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
1) Lots of Indigo Girls
2) Lots of Tom Petty
3) Pretty much all of the songs on "Moondance"
4) Me and Bobby McGee
5) Honky Tonk Women (although I mix up the verses most of the time)

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
1) Buy (at least) a two-bedroom place
2) Pay off Mr. Martini's school loans
3) Go back to school myself
4) Save for baby Martini's college education
5) Take my friends on a huge trip

Five bad habits:
1) Procrastination (look how long it took me to start this blog)
2) Too much swearing (but really only a bad habit around the little fella)
3) Drinking that last "one too many"
4) Watching way too much television
5) Driving like a maniac when late

Five things you like doing:
1) Spending time doing just about anything with my guys
2) Hanging out, listening to music, and indulging in a few adult beverages with good friends
3) Camping, hiking, and other outdoorsy stuff
4) Playing with the kitties
5) Relaxing with a good book

Five things you would never wear again:
1) Crazy Pants
2) Anything neon
3) Heels over 2 inches (especially when drinking is involved)
4) Tube tops
5) Eyeliner (mainly because I have no clue how to apply it correctly)

Five favorite toys:
1) Laptop
2) Digital camera
3) iPod
4) little pink
5) BIG PINK

Monday, January 23, 2006

25 questions-As answered by Dirty Martini

From Luckybuzz...

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
Looking a little under the weather...I should call in sick

2. How much cash do you have on you?
$7 and a ton of change

3. What's a word that rhymes with TEST?
jest

4. planet?
Venus

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list?
actually, it's Luckybuzz

6. What is your favorite ring on your phone?
I'm a bore that always goes with the generic "ringing" ring

7. What shirt are you wearing?
Big ol' grey long-sleeved t-shirt (I did actually decide to stay home sick)

8. What do you label yourself?
a functioning small disaster

9. Name the brand of shoes you've recently worn.
converse (chucks)

10. Bright or Dark Room?
somewhere in-between

11. What were you doing at midnight last night?
sleeping (knocked out by Theraflu nighttime)

12. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?
"call me"

13. Where is your nearest 7-11?
about 6 blocks away

14. What's a saying that you say a lot?
Fabulous!

15. Who told you they loved you last?
Mr. Martini

16. Last furry thing you touched?
Moosehead kitty

17. How Many Drugs Have You Done In The Past three Days?
Nyquil and Theraflu (trying to figure out which works best for the awful ick I've been experiencing-maybe half and half?)

18. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?
zero-but quite a few digital pics to print

19. Favorite age you have been so far?
I've enjoyed any over 30

20. your worst enemy?
Currently, the alarm clock

21. What is your current desktop picture?
some black and white that came with the Mac-cliffs and fog

22. What was the last thing you said to someone?
"see you tonight"

23. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly, which would you choose?
I'd like to be a romantic and say flying, but I could really use the $ at this point

24. Do you like someone?
You betcha!

25. The last song you listened to?
"Fame" David Bowie (radio-currently playing)

Foggy Weekend Update

My friend Ceci lives a charmed life. She's late to everything - a 15 minute delay only means she's on time. And yet, somehow, everything always works out for her.

A case in point. Saturday night we had plans to see Syriana, showing only at 6:15 in a nearby town, about a 20-minute drive from my house. We were meeting our friend Piano Man there at 6:00. Ceci was warned to get to my house by 5:30.

"So," she said, "I should leave my house by 5?"

"Absolutely," I said. "No later."

Even though I've made it to her house in waaaaay under 30 minutes, somehow time does weird and bendy things when Cee's involved.

At 10 of 5 I thought, I should give Cee a call, make sure she's awake. (She got back from a 3-week trip to India a few days ago and is still on Indian time. Which is somehow 12-1/2 hours ahead of us. Where does that extra half hour come from? Does it explain Cee's magical disregard of the clock?)

But I didn't call. And when she hadn't shown up by 20 of 6 I thought, confidently, she'll be here any minute. But then it was 5:45 . . . and 6 . . . and now I was muttering and cursing my way through the house . . . and by 6:10, when my doorbell rang, I had small tufts of my own hair clenched in my hands . . . .

But Ceece, you can't stay mad at her, because she doesn't mean it and she feels terrible and she's so, so sorry and she had a whole bag of cool and colorful stuff from Mumbai for me. She was still jet-lagged and half an hour behind in everything. She thought the movie started at 6:45, we were meeting Piano Man at 6:30, she had to be at my house at 6, etc. Considering that extra Indian half hour, it really only makes sense. In an international dateline, this is Cee's life kind of way.

So we got in her car and raced to the theater, laughing and chattering all the way. There was no space in either of the two parking lots we tried. We drove by the theater to see if Piano Man might still be out there waiting and - Ceci's luck - we found the only empty parking space in town two doors from the theater.

The girl at the ticket office told us that, although the movie had already started, there were still 14 open seats scattered throughout the theater. Cee and I found two seats together in the front row. We hunched there, our necks at frightening angles, the screen looming up before us, everything on it huge and misshapen.

Afterwards, outside, we waited for Piano Man to emerge amidst the sea of white people. We thought he'd be easy to spot, given that he's African American (and, as Cee said, he'd be the only black person here - but he wasn't, I began to notice - he'd be one of three). We waited and waited and waited, and to make a long story just a bit shorter, we never found him.

Turns out that he'd gotten there a few minutes before 6, but by the time he'd found a place to park it was way past our scheduled meeting time. Not seeing us, he thought we'd already gone in, or left without him. (But Piano Man, really, we never, never would have left without you.). The girl at the ticket counter told him the show was sold out. So he went to the restaurant we'd talked about going to afterwards. When he didn't find us there, he went home.

Ten minutes later, Cee and I show up at the theater and waltz right in. And here is the moral of this overly long tale: whatever Cee touches, no matter how frickin' late she is, it all, always, turns golden.

Me, I'm just happy to be riding her coattails.

Sunday, January 22, 2006



this kitty knows how to party

...and for the very observant, yes, the moosehead box really is on a highchair with Elmo in the background...scandalous

Saturday, January 21, 2006

(DM) Just got back from a dinner party thrown by a classmate of Scotch on the Rocks (aka Mr. Martini). Aside from the tiny disaster of being close to an hour late due to getting lost on our way there (thanks to a very confusing city to drive in and Mapquest's ridiculously terrible directions), we had a blast. Food was fabulous and classmate's wife is a riot...plus, had a glass of obscenely expensive dessert wine (good, but not the "orgasm in a glass" that I was hoping it would be). Getting ready to hunker down with a martini, so there may be more posting to come tonight...

And, thank you to Luckybuzz, Clare, and Jesse for visiting. We'll stop by to see you soon :)

Friday, January 20, 2006

You Are a Martini

There's no other way to say it: you're a total lush.
You hold your liquor well, and you hold a lot of it!


How very appropriate (Dirty Martini)

We Were Born

Birth: The first and direst of all disasters. (Ambrose Bierce)

Monday, January 09, 2006

Hello blog world!!

Dirty Martini (known in other parts as Iron Buttercup) and Tequila Fog here to report on our series of small disasters.

I (Dirty Martini) am a mother, wife, and slave to the administrative world (all of which should provide ample material for this little online journal, as my good buddy and fellow blogger luckybuzz assures me). Hope you enjoy the little glimpse into our lives (and hope future posts will come much more easily than this one) :)

I (Tequila Fog) am a currently catless cat person, an ex-wife, struggling writer, Spainophile, and increasingly-unwilling participant in and unwitting observer of corporate madness. That should provide some comic hijinx.