Saludé!

I started this collection to forward to hoshizora to thank him for indulging me and mine on his birthday-night. But then it was kuchisake_onna*'s day and now hlaron's day...
So I'm just going to post these to say, whoever you are, here's to making it the bestest day!

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(Stephen’s) Marmalade Sour, The Brothers Bloom Soundtrack Party. New Haven, CT. (photo by pennybird) 3 oz. Cachaça 1 oz. Lemon Juice 1 oz. Simple Syrup 2 dashes Fee’s Orange Bitters 1 egg white 2 T. Orange Marmalade (or peach jam) This is my new favorite drink, based on Jamie Boudreau’s amazing Marmalade Sour. I like it with a bit more sweetness, but lets face it - Cachaça is amazing, any way you serve it. I put it on the menu for the Brothers Bloom cocktail party and it seemed to be the perfect drink to represent Stephen. A bit sweet, a bit smoky, a bit of boisterous fun.

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nathanjohnson

Marke put together this moving picture version of my take on a Combustible Edison. 2 oz. Brandy (heated) 1 oz. Campari 1 oz. Lemon Juice Pour Brandy into glass and ignite. Shake Campari and Lemon juice over ice and slowly pour over flaming Brandy. (Extinguish before drinking) Note: After seeing Condorman numerous times as a kid, I always thought it was possible to drink a flaming cocktail (and subsequently blow a fireball out of your mouth). While preparing this drink, my friend told me about someone he knew who gave himself third degree burns by drinking a flaming cocktail. Such a disappointment. ronenreblogs: themadeshop: The Bang Bang. From The Brothers Bloom Score Party in New Haven. Campari, Lemon, and Brandy flambé. When you're done with something, blow it up. I would love the instructions in the picture

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themadeshop: Manhattan. P.F'n. Changs, Boston Commons. 2 oz. Woodford Reserve 1 oz. Sweet Vermouth 1 dash Blood Orange Bitters (proportions estimated) I shit you not, this is the best Manhattan I've had (Woodford is the suspected culprit)& From P.F'n. Chang's! Usually I'll default to my chain-restaurant drink in this situation, but I guess it's all about the bartender. I never did catch hizzer name.

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burningdan reblogged themadeshop:

fuck yeah mismatched socks! long live the johnsons. themadeshop: nathanjohnson: Balthazar Ginger Citrus Iced Tea (minus the ice). Making its way up to 64th & York in a cab. When we reach our destination, the ice shall be added. It's sort of a lot of work for a drink. But it's the kind of drink that makes it worth it. I don't like ginger or iced tea, but something tells me I should try this drink.

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nathanjohnson reblogged donnymandible:

The Best Drink In The World donnymandible: I asked the bartender for the best drink in the world. I recieved a glass of water with the attached note.

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Note: how The Bloody Kiss is NOT listed ;) Take that whores!
Double-Note: anyone still complaining there is never original content on tumblr, bitches you is following the wrong tumblrs, I say with all the love in the world :D

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Step One: Convince self 'all green things imbibed are medicinal'

Yesterday; Got shtfacd. On an empty stomach.
Let us pause and think on how detrimental this is to any sort of day planning.

. . .

Continue - Ate insane amounts of Reese's and smoked like a chimney. Haunted old haunts. Sat in various parks, gardens and piers throughout the day, sketching. Felt more like me than I have in I-can't-measure-how-long. Not "good me" but "grumpy me", yet still "Me". Conversing/Bickering with complete strangers is not the worse remedy for hyper tension. Was actually fun. More importantly no one was harmed :D

My one regret... well, I wouldn't have watched the latest episode of "Dexter" before going to see "30 Days of Night". Then, I wouldn't have chanted, loudly "The DARK DEFENDER!!! TO THE RESCUUUUUE!!" throughout the entire climatic fight scene.
In my defense. . . . . . you would have chanted too.


Other than that, self indulgent blissed out of my fucking skull, thnkyouverymuch. XD



Today; Feeling a bit like a chipped ceramic ashtray, full up with filth but still somehow smelling of sweet rum. Not the worse feeling ever, not the best. Still functional though. Still pretty. None worse for the wear, it adds character anyhow-- god, I was actually talking about an ashtray just then. I lost myself in the analogy! Step Two: Drink/Smoke more, think less.

Now to be bold and review sketchbook. See if anything is worth keeping ^^;

Celebrating it being cold enough to see my breath, finally.

First, I'm going to take a nasty bite out of this fucker.

Then, I'm going to stretch my last $20 like a fucking yoga master.
Lastly, meander through town till sunset and procure the only other detrimental thing I indulge when I'm in this self-destructive-indulgent a mood.

If only this had happened a week sooner. Yes, I know thats mean to say... but I've said meaner.