10/26/2003 Entry: "Hurry My Tray, Darling; Your Auntie Needs Fuel."

My confession: Friday night I consumed a vodka "Martini." It was a party at some friends' store, and they didn't have gin. I know, I've referred to the cocktail as an "abomination" before; obviously the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.

So when the Boyfriend fixed a few mean G&T's to enjoy in the strangly warm October night this weekend, I gratefully came back to the juniper berry fold. But the cocktails took their revenge on my head for my infidelity the night before. This time, the spirits were clearly stronger than the flesh. "Run along to Ito and tell him to bring me a light breakfast—black coffee and a Monkey Gland. Oh, oh, and a cold towel for your Auntie Vera."

(Actually, the Monkey Gland sounds rather tasty. And Chuck recently posted the Aviaton, another handsome cocktail. Anyone have any other recommendations for good gin mixables?)

Replies: 2 comments

I can offer unbridled adoration to anyone who quotes "Auntie Mame" so well.

Posted by Sherri @ 10/27/2003 06:59 AM PST

We ::heart:: Auntie Mame. We really do. Drag queen in a female body. Or maybe one of the biggest fag hags ever.

Posted by Jeremy @ 10/29/2003 09:13 PM PST