Maybe I should reword the title, because it totally sounds like I’m drinking on a Monday afternoon, and I’m not. I swear. I figured I’d post this at the beginning of the week since we’ll be out of town Friday, and also in case a few of you were looking for a hefty cocktail to get you through Thanksgiving with the family.
We did this photo yesterday, after deciding Saturday night the winner for the Happy Hour Reboot was my version of a Crusta.
My husband and I periodically do little photo shoots for various things, but since he’s been out of town for so long, it had been a while. I forgot that we bicker during the process. Take yesterday, for example. He asked me what I wanted to do for the photo, and I shrugged. So he said, “Well how do you want it to look? Like a food product shot? Kind of blown out?” And I was like, “Um, I want it to look pretty.”
So he rolled his eyes, and I rolled mine, and then the activity began. While I looked through my crafty box and tried to find something to use for a background, he went downstairs and started doing laundry, during which time he had it out with one of our crazy neighbors. Now, this particular neighbor doesn’t bother me, because I accept the fact that she’s nuts, but my husband can’t stand her. To be fair, a big part of his dislike is because she told me I was stupid (on several occasions). The woman is half senile, so I usually ignore her.
Anyway, my husband was slightly agitated over the laundry room incident when he came back upstairs. He was all, “If you want to do this photo then we need to hurry before we lose the light!” To which I responded, “I thought you were lighting it.” There might have been a sarcastic tone.
And there was some more eye rolling. Right around the time he started yelling out work lingo, and telling me to ‘stand by’ whenever I asked a question, I got a little bitchy. Our dogs chose that particular moment to run into the living room and puke on the floor.
Eventually we took the photo, or he did, while I examined the viewing screen. Afterward, I cleaned up the dog’s mess while my husband put away his lights and tripod and other miscellaneous camera equipment, and we discussed our crazy neighbor and how we really, really hope she doesn’t burn down the building (she likes to cook, but has a tendency to forget she left food in the oven). And you know something? It was awesomely normal.
Man, I’ve missed normal. Oh, and by the way, the dog was fine. I have no idea what she got into, but shortly after yakking all over the floor she was running around and wagging her tail.
I almost forgot about the entire point of this post –
- 2 oz Booker’s Bourbon
- 1 oz Gran Marnier
- ½ tsp grenadine
- 1 dash orange bitters
- 2 dashes Angostura Bitters
In a martini shaker, combine Booker’s, Gran Marnier, orange and Angostura Bitters, and grenadine. Strain into an ice-filled rocks glass and garnish with a lemon twist. Enjoy!
Happy Monday y’all!