|Right. Catching up.
||[May. 15th, 2012|10:14 pm]
I'm watching Amazing Grace. I'm not sure why. Well, not I wasn't sure, until I started watching it. See, there are movies on my Netflix list that have been there for nearly five years. I bump a lot of stuff up, but from time to time, allow the oldtimers to creep up and show up. I was quickly scanning the synopsis and thought what was I thinking? I mean, dramas aren't really my thing, especially a drama about abolition...I mean, all I'm doing is setting myself up for an evening of weeping and despair re: humankind. I know, okay, it's edifying, but seriously...I just want to relax, not DEAL. But I started it, and then thought "oh, okay, pretty men. Clearly that was the criteria for this one. I only have so much time in any evening though, so this was night two of pretty men, horrendous crap and 38 minutes of quietly weeping. Certainly puts my ranting and raving about work RIGHT into perspective. Although it encourages me to ponder why I'm wasting my time there when I should be fighting for the betterment of the world...|
But a little rum and I remembered how much I really can't stand humankind, so I sent a check to greyhound rescue and got on with my evening.
The Crispin cider with sake yeast and rice syrup....I applaud you trying new things Crispin, but meh. I'd happily drink it over Angry Orchard or Woodchuck, but...there's very little that rice syrup improves except your chances of surviving celiac disease.
I'm enjoying Nurse Jackie, my current Netflix jones, when I'm not watching edifying movies on abolition, although as someone who can't even muster up enough enthusiasm to be a proper alcoholic, and doles out her muscle relaxants at such a snail's pace that they expire long before I take HALF of them....oh, just having them in my purse is good enough, just in case....I can't fathom her ability to drug and function. Here I am, splitting Bonine pills with a ruler so that I get just enough to keep my restless legs and flippy stomach from acting up on a plane flight, but only JUST enough so that I'm not at all woozed by the time I get my luggage. Although I was just making fun of her for breaking her finger to cover up cutting off her wedding ring...until I realized that on more than one occasion, back in retail days, when you had to be on death's door to get out early, or heaven forbid, call in sick, I would purposely do my make-up to exaggerate just how craptastic I felt.
And now...past my bedtime.
Strongbow is the way to go. Always. If Strongbow is not available, Magners will do in a pinch.
Woodchuck and Angry Orchard are both alcoholic apple flavored KoolAid, and make me shudder. Woodchuck 802 I think it is, is marginally palatable.
Woodchuck and Angry Orchard are both alcoholic apple flavored KoolAid, and make me shudder
well perhaps you need to simply apply them differently
* tall glass with ice
* double shot of Captain Morgan
* Woodchuck Amber
* use cinnamon stick to stir
since both Woodchuck and Captain Morgan are readily available pretty much everywhere, this is a simply wonderful apple based summer cooler
Nah, Crispin blue label beats magners, which is a little fruity. Magners and hardcore are okay if that's all there is. Woodchuck or Angry orchard...I drink beer. Unless I can lay my hands on some good fruit flavored balsamic. Then a half a tablespoon of that will fix Woodchuck right up. Nothing will fix Angry Orchard for me...I've tried mixing it half and half with beer, with ginger ale...it's still like a melted Jolly Rancher.
i prefer the Angry Orchard ginger to the Angry Orchard plain. but maybe that is still too sweet.
as for Netflix, we end up with movies that neither one of us know how it got there. either they were there so long we forgot we put them there or Netflix just DOES THINGS behind our backs. often inserting movies they feel sorry for. it's those moments we think, "certainly WE wouldn't have chosen this!!" lol