September 25, 2004
Sweet dreams til sun beams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
The sink is overflowing with dirty dishes, farmer's market vegetables are strewn all over the counter. Glamour sits unread on the table.
I made a vesper with Lillet rouge and Magellan gin, in the hopes of getting something purple. I did suspect it wouldn't work - the red is so heavy, the blue so light - but there you go, when a painter mixes drinks, she means it.
There's no tonic in the house. I was forced to open the Lillet, you know. Practically coerced.
Illustrator is open and I'm trying to make it ...
July 18, 2004
Another g&t is in order. I started with a 'Tom Atkins,' about which I will post at
Martini Republic later, but I didn't have the will to squeeze a second lemon so I reverted to a g&t.
I thought you all deserved a semi-inebriated post here. Haven't had one in a while. Keith keeps me from them, you know. Not intentionally, of course, but normally blogging is not the first thing on my mind when I'm in my cups and there's a warm male body in close proximity.
I'll probably quote some lyrics in a moment. Bear with me.
Keith has been filming all day, just down the street, so the actors and crew have been ...
May 12, 2004
(in homage to the
master)
I have a nice buzz going. Collin brought a thermos of cosmos to soccer practice. I brought three buck chuck and homemade curried pecans. Collin didn't talk to me much at practice.
Keith doesn't want to be a screenwriter, but he goes to screenwriter meetings. I was excited about buying a house with a jacuzzi, but I've never been in it. The stove isn't level in this house. The message board is.
The party store across the street has window signs written on neon posterboard. A bottle of Absopure water - with the pop-up spout - is $1.49. The man in line in front of me this afternoon ...
September 13, 2003
Alone in the chain, it remains to be seen how, how well you can play when the pawn takes a queen now.
I want to be Neko Case.
Ok, there have been margaritas. Good ones, too. None of those crappy icy blender drinks. I asked the hostess what she put in them. 1/3 lime juice, 1/3 triple sec, 1/3 tequilla. Ahh. So then I should have skipped the sangria after the second one, eh?
