Cherry Bomb, Yes. Mint Bomb, Fuck NO!!

[cabenson]

So out for pizza and drinks with artskat tonight. Now, Arty drinks beer, which is fine. I can't drink beer. It makes me super congested and way too snotty for public appearances. If I was in a nice restaurant, I would drink wine, no ifs, ands, or buts, but Teh Bar is not known for it's wine list.

Lately, I have been experimenting with Red Bull drinks. I mean, if Britney Spears drinks RB and vodka it's gotta be okay, right? Usually I go for Absolute, but tonight I asked for Stoli. I get my drink, take a sip and FUCK! It has a mint aftertaste. I tell Arty how nasty it is and then encourage her to try it because that is the kind of generous person I am. She agrees that there is a mint aftertaste and believe you me, mint and RB do NOT mix. I take it up to the bar, explain that it tastes like ass and ask for another only to have the bartender swear that all she put in it was Stoli. I really hate it when people think you are fucking nuts (happens ALL the time ;)and don't believe you when you say something tastes wrong. I left the drink with her, put my bitch face on and went back to our table, silently threatening to burn the place down (I don't even have a lighter, really), when she yells across the bar, "Hey, you're right, it does taste like mint."
Validated in my vodka connoisseurship, I was given a fresh drink with my beloved Absolute. Upon further investigation, it was determined that the bottle of Stoli was contaminated with a Rumplemintz spout. Damn drunken lesbian barmaids.

I tried to get a JaegerBomb, but they were out of Jaegermeister, so I had a Cherry Bomb instead. Very nice, but a little too sweet for me. Mrs. CB would love it. I didn't actually get intoxicated tonight which is nice as I have an important decision to make tomorrow and I will need my wits about me.

Arty and I brainstormed away on a few upcoming projects and did NOT get strange looks from the bar crowd or the staff. We are becoming regulars again :)Teh Bar has the BESTEST pizza in Columbus and even though CB Jr. is causing some abdominal distress, I did manage to put more than a few slices away.

Probably should consider going to bed now...gotta 4-day weekend and a ton of research to do.

Comments

[stephbrandes.livejournal.com]

cherry bombs....yummy. I prefer White Russians, a Cowboy Cocksucker, and Muscle Relaxers. The CC make me loosy goosy and I am usually topless before the drink is finshed.

Sounds like you had a good time. Good luck with that big decision.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

I have to pick out my new specs. I have become such a vain whore in the last few months. I am trying to decide what looks better with salt/pepper hair...black or silver? Too much for my fragile little mind :)

[stephbrandes.livejournal.com]

Oh shit...and here I thought it was whether or not you were gunna leave the wife to become my bitch.

I say black....silver may make you look a little old ladyish.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Oh shit...and here I thought it was whether or not you were gunna leave the wife to become my bitch.
Oh please! I think we both know that you are MY bitch. You are, admit it!

[mikee-pm.livejournal.com]

I didn't actually get intoxicated tonight which is nice as I have an important decision to make tomorrow and I will need my wits about me.

lol

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Thank gawd for not getting trashy. Damn Smokey cried from 5:00am on this morning and kept me awake.

This was why we didn't have kids...so I could sleep in on my day off. Little bastard.

[heathers.livejournal.com]

Oh, the joys of contaminated drinks! I've got one for you... one fateful wintery afternoon Adam (as in my boss) decided that he didn't want to work anymore and thusly decided that we (that is, him and me) should do something else. Something better, perhaps? Not really. We went to the sleaziest strip bar in town with the most haggard strippers I've EVER seen.

Anyhow, I'm like you. I tend not to drink beer that often because I don't particularly enjoy it even Canadian beer is better than American beer (after tasting a US Budweiser, I can testify that this is most definitely true.) So I ordered a caesar. If you are not familiar with a caesar, allow me to educate. A caesar is the Canadian equivalent to the Bloody Mary, except it's far more popular, so it's rare to have a shitty caesar no matter where you go. So the ingredients that are supposed to be in a caesar are vodka, clamato juice (that's tomato juice w/clam juice... sounds disgusting but it's not, honest), worsteshire sauce, and tobasco.

My drink at the titty bar? It tasted like it hat PINA COLADA MIX in addition to all of those ingredients. Upon the first taste I made this face which, I guess, caused Adam some alarm so I told him to try my drink. He was hesitant... but when he finally did he nearly puked on my shoes. The bartender at the titty bar also didn't believe us as their usual riffraff try to pull that often, I guess. I wonder how many of them really had pina colada mix in their caesar, though?

-H

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Note to self: Do NOT drink Ceasar's at TittyBars when partying with heathers in Canada. Evah.