It has been a very lazy day here and I mentioned that I would like cehiche or something along that lines so Joelle said that since I have been such a good housefrau she is going to take me out for dinner. She’s showering up and while she was in there I made her a nice aviation cocktail. I did it just a skosh different than normal- I took a chopstick and dipped it in the classy maraschino cherries and then lined the rim of the glass with just a touch of chery juice so every time she took a sip that would be the first thing she smelled and tasted.
Despite being sober for however long it has been, I still make a mean cocktail according to the boss. Has it been a decade? I don’t really remember and always forget my anniversary which I know is in the summer some time. Whatever. The only way I would remember is if there was a running clock across the top of the god damned website like that national debt clock they used to have back when we were pretending the GOP still cared about that shit and the media dutifully amplified their bullshit.
I’m serious- if you’re an old like me, you can go back through your entire life and every couple of years remember a fucking political crisis or craze that Republicans pushed or created or exploited and find the news headlines that did their bidding the entire fucking time.
I think I can still make a good cocktail because when it comes to making drinks, I am basically a fully sighted man who lived for forty years, lost his vision, but can still make his way around the house because he knows where everything is. I still remember how everything tasted and how it will taste with other things and the like. I’m not proud of that, but here we are.
I’ll fill you in on dinner afterwards.