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April 21, 2008

And it feels like I’m 17 again…

Filed under: kansas city, Local Bars, Stuff that doesn't suck — Tags: — akcb @ 4:24 am

What an awesome week! I put in significantly fewer hours at The Work and took a break from blogging, reading blogs and other general internet shim-sham.

Wednesday night we celebrated Maureen’s Passing of the Bar at Bar Natasha. She’s an official lawya now and I couldn’t be happier. Afterward, I wanted to continue the celebration by punching a cop but nobody else was in, so I came home.

I capped off the relatively low-key week by charring & scrubbing in the house this weekend. The last few weeks of long hours and worky-weekends had taken a toll on The Residence. I swept up a couple of pounds of dog- and cat hair and scraped the first few inches of dust off our dear possessions. Saturday night we (along with Patterson & Patti) hit Sidekicks for darts & drinks after an early taco buffet supper at The Residence. Good times, somewhat mitigated by the fact that they were holding their bi-weekly line dancing classes. I find few things on this earth more dreary than line-dancing, but the two lesbians & the gay guy with a service dog seemed to be enjoying themselves, so I ordered another scotch & soda with lime and endured.

Today didn’t suck at all. Apparently spring has decided to arrive and it was absolutely gorgeous out & about. The Husband & I walked the dogs and delivered neighborhood newsletters. This afternoon I enjoyed a couple of caipirinhas and a nap before preparing a pasta supper Scoots and his lurvely wife, Mrs. Scoots. Those crazy kids arrived with salad fixin’s & a home-smoked salmon for nibbling (suck it, Ladybird!).

Dinner was a comedy of errors. As I put the first piece of garlic bread on my plate, a stray cat hair wafted in from nowhere and perched delicately atop it – a most inauspicious beginning. Midway through dinner, Beebs trotted in from the kitchen looking very pleased with herself, the remains of the smoked salmon hanging from her mouth. Then the cat took a dump on the carpet. So, just another awesome dinner party at home. On the plus side, we tried a really amazing new-to-us wine.

After supper we watched the final two episodes of Tales of the City and enjoyed The Husbands lemon cake with whipped cream frosting. Now that Scoots & Mrs. Scoots have vacated, The Husband & I are watching the Rock of Love reunion show while I update The Blog.

Here’s why it feels like I’m seventeen again (with many apologies to Annie Lenox). I find most shots to be lousy and reeking of douchitude, only suitable for kids at high school parties and totally inappropriate for anyone over the age of twenty-one. At Maureen’s Congratulations on Not Fucking Up the Bar party, I found a shot I like.

  • Poison Apple
  • In a shotglass, put 3-4 good dashes of Tabasco. Top with Apple Pucker. That’s it. Easy, awesome & a shot I can get behind.
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5 Comments »

  1. when given the opportunity, I never pass the bar.

    Comment by DLC — April 21, 2008 @ 2:51 pm

  2. I generally agree with your douchitude/high school shot sentiments.

    However, I carve out an exception. Occasionally, I do enjoy a few straight shots of whiskey. It doesn’t even have to be good whiskey. Sometimes a couple of the cheap ones are even better.

    Yours boozily,
    John Brown
    Old School Drinker

    Comment by John Brown — April 22, 2008 @ 4:15 pm

  3. Something truly was in the air this weekend. Drinks for bar-passing, cathartic house cleaning, watching your cat take a smash on the rug at dinner, smoked salmon, good drinks and great friends. Hope this weekend isn’t a comparable let-down.
    Cheers,
    Scoots.

    Comment by Scoots — April 22, 2008 @ 7:24 pm

  4. watching your cat take a smash on the rug at dinner

    ZOMG i can’t stop laughing about that turn of phrase. Thank you so much for introducing that to us. Sarah astutely remarked that you can even drop one of those (ha!) in public without giving away too much details.

    Thanks again. My sides hurt from the laughing.

    Comment by cliff1976 — April 22, 2008 @ 8:05 pm

  5. I think I’m not “official” until I go to Jeffshitty and play pattycake with the Chief Justice. But getting drunk with y’all was a perfect first step in my so-called career.

    Thanks for the holla. I’ll send you a bill.

    Comment by Mo, esq. — April 24, 2008 @ 1:51 am


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