Have you all gone on your summer vacation yet? Are you going on one?
I just got back from Palm Springs where I spent a very short but awesome two days and man, do I miss it. It made me yearn for a real vacation, you know…the ones Europeans go on every year because their jobs support the idea of them three or four weeks off. I want a vacation like THAT. A real one. I’m not complaining, I swear. I’m just a little tired and I’d really like to spend a whole day reading a book, doing absolutely nothing, and drinking. Please, let’s have a drink.
I’m not on vacation, and if you aren’t either then at least we have some sort of cocktail hour we can make up in place of it. In Palm Springs I was totally making myself cocktails at 11am and it was awesome. I didn’t tire of it.
This Paloma is my new jam because while I love Mexican food, I don’t luuuuuv Margaritas. This one is all about the fresh grapefruit juice with grapefruit soda. And the spicy simple syrup made with agave is AWESOME. I love it. This is the thing I want to drink constantly while on vacation.
Tell me, what vacation are you planning? If you’re not going on one, please complain. (I love to hear complaints–it makes me feel less alone.)
The recipe for this fine-looking specimen is on PBS’s blog! Weeee!
It feels like this entire summer everyone has been on vacation without me. I’ll open up (enter: all social media networks) and there they are: picture after picture of people drinking pina coladas by the beach, frolicking in the sand, on their hipster rooftops in Brooklyn wearing jorts–it’s not fair! It’s been depressing. But now, I’m the one on vacation (albeit a short one, but I’ll take what I can get).
I’m currently in Palm Springs chilling in the sun/mostly the air-conditioning. It’s 110 degrees. Yes, one one zero. What’s odd is that I kinda like it. The dry California, dessert air is nice–it feels very spa-like and it helps that I’m doing nothing but laying on the couch, drinking a cocktail and reading a summer book.
I’ve been wanting to make a boozy milkshake for like FOR-EVER-R. Also, fun fact: I wrote this post a few days ago, which means I was lying then, but am totally telling you the truth now. Confusing? I understand. Boozy milkshake. If you read this blog regularly, you know that I love my coffee. There’s nothing better, in my humble opinion, than coffee ice cream. Combine coffee ice cream with a little milk, dark rum, some more coffee and put it in a blender? Heaven. Salty chocolate covered coffee beans is totally a thing I did too.
My favorite and least favorite thing about owning a dog is how she wakes me up EARLY every. single. morning. I hate it because she whines and complains until I get up and take her for a walk; I love it because I don’t have to set an alarm clock and can depend on her to whine and complain to get me out of bed. So basically I love her method during the weekday and hate it on the weekends. No matter what day it is, I love our early morning walks, except for this past week when they’ve gotten SCARY. Yes, scary.
Last weekend we were walking, minding our own business when Amelia spotted a cat in the bushes. Amelia loves cats, wants to be their friends – just like I do, actually – but they’re never interested in friendship. This particular thugged-out cat was pissed that Amelia was interested. So, I did what I always do and tugged on her leash and was like, “C’mon Amelia, that cat doesn’t like you.” And she usually tries again and then gives up.
So as Amelia was still staring at the cat, it surprisingly leaped out at us and screeched. Amelia let out this yelp that I’ve never, EVER heard before and then of course since I’m scared of things like ants and teeny-tiny spiders, it startles me and we take off down the street, running like two crazy mad things. I stopped running when it dawned on me that I was running from a thing that I’m totally bigger than. It was absurd. But then I look behind me to see the cat running after us. So we do what anyone would do: we ran again.