Rockin' the Motherfuckin' Couch + Drunk Ahoy

[xraytheenforcer]

Update on the Apartment o' Death: still sleeping on the couch. Attempted to sleep in the designated bedroom, lasted 30 minutes until first asthma attack, gave up the ghost and crashed on the futon. After 3 hours of heaving, retching and wheezing. WTF? Thank the gods for the Intarrwebs and the delicious distraction it provides.

Being teh 1337 scientist I am, I spent a lot of time in the bedroom on Saturday (yes, and....yes. there was sleep involved, too, yeh pervs)...and no asthma attack. So either I am a fucking insane jackass, or there's something wrong only at night. Rodents? Cockroaches? Me? who knows.

In any case, I rocked it on the sofa last night. Everything seems right with the world, except for that. Who knows...I am weird enough that I may just sleep in the living room until we move out...3 years from now. Aside from the crypto-poison, this place r0xx0rs.

Attempted all kinds of cocktail mayhem this weekend. I made a variation of a Maiden's Blush, but with a splash of Lillet, and a bit more grenadine than usual. Delightful. We're still working on the Gentleman Bastard -- using cognac as a base is a fucking pain. Nothing goes with it. We tried a cognac + benedictine + Lillet....no love.

But, a post needs a recipe. Soon, I'll be posting all of our X-class Inventions in one post. So you can see just how crappy our tastebuds are! Until then:

The Maiden's Blush**
2 oz gin
3/4 oz cointreau
1/2 oz fresh lemon juice
grenadine to taste

Shake over ice. Strain into chilled cocktail glass. Laugh at how far from a maiden you are, at this point in your life. Fornicate.

**I jacked up this cocktail to include:
1/2 oz of Lillet Blonde
1/2 oz grenadine

Comments

[weaklingrecords.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry about the nightime breathing problems. That's a common problem for a number of people. Some have postulated that there are heat inversions that take place at night and result in really bad air quality at the breathing level.

I beg to differ on the cognac as bad base theory. We use it when making sangria (or did before Baby Doom eliminated most of our recreational drinking). Also, one of the best, most delicious, and horrifically named drinks of all time:

Woof Pussy
1 ounce cognac
1 ounce amaretto

Or the Southern Woof Pussy
same as above, but add 1 ounce Southern Comfort

Delicious!

[xraytheenforcer.livejournal.com]

Christ, man. Might as well call that The Executioner's Axe, 'cos that's what you'll be wishing for after a night drinking stuff like that!!!

[weaklingrecords.livejournal.com]

Maybe that's why I don't remember the wee hours of the house parties we used to throw at Gardiner in Silver Spring (I think Doug attended one or two of them).

[xraytheenforcer.livejournal.com]

he probably won't remember 'em either.

[misunderstruck.livejournal.com]

Nope. Of course, that may have something to do with rarely staying until the wee hours of those parties.

[isis-newton.livejournal.com]

That fucking sucks. Sleeping is, like, REALLY important and anything that comes between you and sleep needs to die. Unless it's a tiny helpless infant. I suppose...

I'm trying to recall just what is so bad about bed-bugs aside from the fact that they FEED ON YOUR BLOOD, that is. And they have a DISGUSTING means of reproduction (from the female POV). Apart from that, I'm thinking that they don't really generate much of an allergic response. House dust mites on the other hand are complete bastards in this regard and must be killed by washing all bedding and soft furnishings at 60 degrees C. In fact, don't even HAVE soft furnishings - that'll teach the little bastards.