let the liquor lather
feel the flow
courage in a carboy

limes let loose
mashed, mixed in medley
sultry salt saunters around

tart orange tops off

one liquid lady
the magnificent, the magical
little Margaret

Little Magical Margaret
2 parts Tequila
1 part Grand Marnier
1.5 parts fresh lime juice
1/2 cuties orange or tangerine
salt to taste

add more Tequila as needed
it’s all about the ratio

Well, sort of. These beans can only be found on the Idido Town, Misty Valley estate in the Idido / Gedeo area of the Yergachef region of Ethiopia (whew!). I just had the most interesting and geeky conversation with Brent Martin, the owner of Muse, and his roaster guy (who knows too much). Today I decided I wanted french press coffee rather than my usual drip. French press brings out more of the flavors of the coffee and can also make a stronger brew. For $3 I got a hot thermos (20 oz?)! Immediately after pouring I smelled delicious and potent blueberry! No joke. While blueberry and coffee together do not sound good, I kid you not, it is amazing. These beans have a strong berry essence, coupled with notes of lilac. Apparently to get these flavors, they leave the fruit on the bean for as long as possible, naturally fermenting and thus, adding a more fruity/berry flavor. I am done … I do not know enough to go on but this website has soo much info if you are really that interested!

So, I invite you to join me at this event at Muse. It is not this Friday but next. I know it seems a bit spendy, but my justification is supporting a local entrepreneur in growing his business and getting the word out. PLUS, if you, like me, LOVE LOVE LOVE coffee and chocolate or are just interested in having some funs, it is a great excuse to get out of the house!

Tammy, if you are reading, I will pay your half for you and your hubby to come b/c I know he would love it … and I know I couldn’t get you out here otherwise. :-p

P.S. If your name is or ever was Captain Kim, you must come to the event with me.

One night was particularly memorable. We had had several drinks (prolly like 2 sheets to the wind) and we were sitting on this stage thing that is, but never gets used for, a pole dancing type jig. I remember scanning the room earlier that night and noticing a good looking cowboy (very similar looking to the picture to the right).  As we’re sitting on the stage he came up and starting talking to us. Nice guy. Asked me to dance several times and we were having a good time. In between dances the three of us girls were chatting with him and my friend asked his name. The music was loud and he was at LEAST 3 sheets in so when he spoke it sounded like he said, “MEAD”. We replied, “What?! Mead?” And he said, “No, Mead.” This continued for about five minutes until finally he said, “MY NAME IS PETER. PETE FOR SHORT. PETE! MY NAME IS PETE!” We all laughed. For the rest of the night, and for many months after we referred to him as Mead.

Anyway, back to the story: The evening was winding down and we were getting ready to leave. Mead decided, “I want to kiss one of you.” “Huh…did he just say that?” is what I thought. Indeed he did, as was confirmed when he leaned in quickly toward my friend to my left! She kicked back as fast as she could, almost laying flat on her back on the stage, yelling, “I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!” and then pointing at me, “SHE’S SINGLE!” Before I knew what was going on, I turned my head only to find his faced mashed against mine in the most awkward kiss of my life. My friends were on the ground, probably peeing their pants, laughing hysterically.

A few weeks later we returned to McBabes. Mead was there. After sometime of making eye contact and inquisitive, “do I know you?” across-the-room glances, he approached me, asking me to dance. We once again struck up conversation, only this time sober. I learned he just bought a horse, drove a truck, love the outdoors, etc. At the end of the night he asked for my number and if I wanted to go horse back riding sometime. In a moment of, I dunno…weakness? curiosity? I agreed.

We ended up going on several dates and though he was still good looking and a good kisser (minus the awk bar kiss), he was a very matter-of-fact talker and extremely boring.

Moral of the story: don’t let drunk boys kiss you at bars and then give them your number just because they drive a truck, own horses or look like Brad Paisley.

Tammy tops dat like nobody’s biznass. She already posted one blog and is starting her second. HOLY CRAP I have so much catching up to do. I also have to email other friends to make them sign up for blogs. We have a TON of cool stuff (that’s not boring) to talk about.

All for now.