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The martini. Pass me the martini.
It's five o'clock somewhere.
(William Powell and Myrna Loy in The Thin Man)


Blogger Urban Chick said...

**clinks glass which contains early evening drink**

chin chin, M!

p.s. did you know that at my school, prefects attended 'know the form' classes at which we were taught the intricacies of mixing a dry martini? goes without saying that it was a favourite class for many of us...and this was only the late 1980s...

8:37 AM

Blogger mireille said...

THE INTRICACIES OF MIXING A DRY MARTINI? A comparable class for us backintheday would have been THE INTRICACIES OF ROLLING A JOINT. Shocking! We Americans are such Puritans. Unless you look around you. xoxo

8:59 AM

Blogger cjblue said...

Heh. Never did master the intricacies of rolling a joint, although I could make a pipe out of an apple, coke can or just about anything else lying around.

Wow, the Intricacies of mixing a dry martini. I thought it was crazy that in my 1st grade class in all girls private school, I had to sew a sampler.

10:19 AM

Blogger Bela said...

I have led a very sheltered life: I don't know how to do any of those things.

7:10 PM

Blogger still life said...

Martinis and joints and bongs oh my
Martinis and joints and bongs oh my

Toto we're not in Kansas anymore!

7:22 AM

Anonymous Lulu said...

You just have to let the gin *see* the vermouth for a second, is that right?

8:22 AM

Anonymous Bernie Ainslie said...

Very nice. Keep up the good work.

9:50 AM


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