Somehow, this doesn’t make any sense to me. I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know what happened in these last 8 months or so that ended up with me turning in my rent yesterday with the date October 1st on it.
And the real joke is that it is still summer hot here in Los Angeles. It doesn’t at all feel like sweaters and boots. It feels like bikinis and rosé. It feels like AC blasting all night long as you sleep on top of all the sheets. And kicking your dog off the end of the bed because she is just radiating heat all over your feet. And not letting your husband even touch you because it is just –
too. damn. hot.
So while I’m yearning for all those fall colors, glasses of heavy red wines, scarves, thick socks, and cuddling to keep warm – I’ll settle with toes in the sand, listening to Tom Petty and Lou Reed and the waves crashing against the rocky sand. I’ll settle with driving almost an hour to a beach where I can watch my dog run like a mad woman into the ocean. I’ll settle with a few more cold glasses of white wine before I switch for good over to red.
But come on, fall. You’re really my favorite of the seasons.
…Now I have to admit, between starting and finishing this post I have turned the fan directly on me and found a new artist (Johnnyswim? Liking them.) who has a Christmas EP…
It’s October 2nd, 81 degrees out, and I’m adding to my Christmas playlist. Lord help me.
I don’t know how it happened, but we kind of skipped spring and went straight for the dog days. And I’ve quickly realized that I’ve become so accustomed to the 70 degree and sunny norm that I have almost nothing to wear on days when its 95.
Not that I want to wear anything at all. I’d be happy sitting in my underwear on our stoop with a iced down cocktail in my hand.
Which brings me to today’s cocktail recipe…
Tomorrow is the 140th Anniversary of the Kentucky Derby. This means very little to me, except I know there are horses, hats and bourboncocktails involved. I grew up outside of Baltimore, where one of the other three horse races of the Triple Crown is held – Preakness – and one summer I went. We didn’t wear hats, I think we were drinking Natty Lite (?!), and I can’t even tell you if I actually saw a horse.
Obviously we were doing it very, very wrong.
I still have never gotten into the “greatest two minutes in sports”, but I very much enjoy big hats and I also really enjoy fancy bourbon cocktails. So to cool me down for the weekend, mint juleps it is, Kentucky!
I muddled the mint with the sugar. I cursed myself for not having crushed ice. I used the last of the true Kentucky Bourbon from my bar.
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