Squirt here please!
My mother once told me that the magic of Sanskrit was that it captured perfectly the vibration of the object in the word, so that if one focused properly and chanted the Sanskrit for an object, one could in fact manifest it, hence the chanting of mantras looking for God or peace or what have you.
Of course the trick is that you must know what it is you are hoping to manifest before you can know the word and so create it. And a neat trick that is too. (Don’t judge, I know the Day Drinker is not alone in my extended adolescent existential angst.) But, on Sunday, we knew exactly what we were hoping to conjure: the ever refreshing Paloma, mixed to perfection at Tony’s birthday party, by lovely busty ladies behind the backyard bar.
The Paloma was a new beverage for the Drinker, comprised of salt, tequila, and Squirt. I’m sure there are other ingredients, but I must say between the Patron sponsored Saturday night party and the mindless midday Sunday drinking, the Drinker had consumed rather more than my fair share of tequila, and we all know what wonders that does for one’s memory (and selectivity). And besides, let’s be honest, it is much more fun to just say Squirt. Sounds so dirty, doesn’t it?
I’ll have another Squirt please.
And in the mean time, until my memory returns, I did pick up Tony and Mary’s lovely new book: The Modern Mixologist full up of positively delightful drink recipes so one need not wrack one’s brain for the Sanskrit, but just stumble to the corner store for mini-bar bottles…
Oh, and thus far our favorite quote from the book: “He who never takes risks never gets to drink champagne”. We think that walking to the White Cross qualifies as a risk and therefore we feel even more justified in our Andre consumption!
