A while ago we bought these simple syrups at Williams-Sonoma, and they rule. Actually I bought them while my husband protested violently. One is flavored with Meyer lemon, the other with vanilla bean, so there are little flecks of vanilla bean all suspended up in it. I figured that I could make some awesome cocktails with them, and today I proved myself right.
First I made a variation Cosmopolitan that was just plain vodka (Skyy), Cointreau, cranberry juice and the Meyer lemon syrup. It ruled. But I used the last of our cranberry juice. Then I made up something that is vanilla vodka (Absolut ... it tastes like marshmallows!!!), orange juice, Cointreau and the vanilla bean syrup. I am now on my second one. This drink rules. I'm telling you, it is unreal. I'm a genius.
I almost don't care about the game today, but I do. The whole reason I started drinking already today was the game, because I was freaking out and throwing newspapers over my head and Christopher said, "You need to be drunk." So I followed his instructions, that's all. The game was bad, though. It was really bad. So I just hope that the Kings were concentrating all their suck into this game and will go crazy insane fantastic for the next two. Yes.
You know how much I hate the Lakers? I hate the Mavericks almost as much. These are my ... my two most hated teams in the universe. I hate them. Steve Nash looks like a frigging serial rapist lizard man. Words can't describe how much I hate him. And Nowitski, eew, forget about it, he is a creepy stalker. Which is only solidified by his "Trophy Love" commercial, am I right people? Yes. The people know. And that frigging thug Najara. Eew girl, eew. I hate that f-er.
While we are on the subject of, um, dudes, it's all over between me and Bobby Flay, just so you know. The reason is here.
Jose Giovanni passed away today of a brain hemorrhage at 80. The only reason I know about him is because he wrote the screenplay for Le Trou, which translates to The Hole. Yes, the entire movie is about digging a hole. I'm not even exaggerating. I think ... Jacques Tourneau directed it? I think that's who it was. (EDIT: Jacques Becker. It was Jacques Becker.) I saw that bitch up in Lincoln Center, on a double bill with John Huston's We Were Strangers, I think, which is the movie that made me fall in love with dead John Garfield. Or maybe that was on a double bill with He Ran All the Way, which also made me fall in love with dead John Garfield. Oh man, I can't remember. I swear I associate We Were Strangers with Le Trou. But I also associate We Were Strangers with He Ran All the Way. It was so long ago. I don't know what to believe anymore. I'll get to the bottom of this eventually. In the meantime, how about a gratuitous image of John Garfield
in his final movie, He Ran All the Way, with Shelley Winters
and, um ... let's go with The Man, Vlade Divac
stop killing me
"Stop Killing Me" by the Primitives
Posted by: Kim at April 24, 2004 07:30 PM