Elderflower Liqueur… Yeah, skip…

Ugh… Week 22 in the Year of Drinking Adventurously… Elderflower Liqueur.

Oh, I didn’t even try. The weekend had so many distractions. For one, my friend Tim got married on Saturday and I swear I’ve never been to a more fun wedding in my life. The music was awesome, the bride and groom were delirious, and the food was off the chart. I bought a ridiculous pair of heels, danced in them all night and woke up the next day, swearing I had stress fractures… (I don’t, I’m fine!)

I was trying to think of something fun to post instead of making something up about elderflower liqueur. It sounds like something I might enjoy…   But I’m afraid I will have to send you to Lula this week!

Promise I’ll be back next week with the booze du jour. Sorry about the fail, not…

 

 

Little Girl Blue

For a rainy day…  Actually Anita O’Day’s version of this song actually cheers me up.

Anita O’Day (born Anita Belle Colton; October 18, 1919 – November 23, 2006) was an American jazz singer widely admired for her sense of rhythm and dynamics, and her early big band appearances that shattered the traditional image of the “girl singer”. Refusing to pander to any female stereotype, O’Day presented herself as a “hip” jazz musician, wearing a band jacket and skirt as opposed to an evening gown. She changed her surname from Colton to O’Day, pig Latin for “dough,” slang for money. (From wikipedia)

M is for Meg #atozchallenge

I hope this limerick expresses
Something of the girl with short tresses
Let me pour you a beer
And make myself clear
Meg Sorick writes better than she dresses!

But that doesn’t tell you much does it?
Except what might hang in my closet
I’m a nomad at heart
I love music and art
And practice in my own home office

I hope you’ll enjoy getting to know me
And follow along on my journey
For wherever it ends
I’ll need you, my friends
To keep me in your dear company

So pull a chair close now, why don’t ya?
And talk for a while with me, won’t, ya?
We’ve stories to share
So throw back your beer
And raise your glass and say, slainté!

(It’s pronounced slawn cha, so it rhymes! And it means ‘good health’)