I know its not considered correct these days to say “I need a drink”. As if “needing a drink” puts you one stop short of addiction. But fuck, I really needed this one. I mean NEE…DED. For medicinal purposes or course. I’m sure my doctor would have prescribed one (or two as the case turned out to be.)
I arrived home last night to discovere that it was raining inside my garage. Yeah. Inside the garage.
I wish I could say we were suffering from some kind of global warming weather anomaly but we weren’t. That at least would gotten me a ticket to The Today Show to discuss with Al Roker the hurricane in my garage. Nope, it seems my weather phenomenon was just a toilet upstairs belonging to a neighborhad decided to go rogue. (I happen to think that both things and people going rogue are very, very, dangerous (and usually annoying) so my anxiety was well placed.)
Water pouring down in buckets, light fixtures had falling from the ceiling and shattering as the soggy sheet rock buckled. Boxes filled with clothing and Christmas ornaments were soaked. By the time I discovered what was going on the damage really did resemble a post-Katrina newsreel. Unlike Katrina, however, the damage was confined to my garage and I quickly reassessed my ‘suffering quotient’. Surprisingly that exercise put me thisclose to being in a good mood.
This cocktail finished the job.
There really was a lot to be thankful for. The rain was just in the garage and nobody was hurt. Other than the complete destruction of the walls and cabinetry there was only minimal damage to personal effects. Mostly its just a huge mess than needs cleaning and a good contractor. Oh, and I have insurance which is more than I can say for the upstairs neighbor. He is the one that really NEEDED this drink.
The Liberté Cocktail
I was quite thankful for the fully stocked liquor cabinet and tons of recipes on my blog ‘to do’ list. It had been awhile
That is a lot of liberty if you ask me. I needed two. we featured a cocktail and the time just seemed more than right.
This has been one of my favorites and since my garage got destroyed on Bastille Day I thought it was entirely appropriate. It gets its name from the French national motto: Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité! (Liberty, Equality, Fraternity!) My I present The Liberté!
The Lillet Company themselves came up with this so that is French enough for me — despite the fact that its made with gin. If the French and English can cooperate on The Chunnel then far be it from my to prevent a meeting of the minds in a cocktail glass. From Lillet: “The white stripe on the French flag represents freedom, and so with this cocktail we offer the modern drinker the freedom to do things differently, enjoying Lillet in a martini rather than vermouth.”