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Wondering How to Celebrate The Season?

Why not throw a RETRO COCKTAIL PARTY!
That would be so boss!
Serve up some Martinis in these cute glasses. Shaken not stirred, please!
Sashay across the room passing around some delicious hors d'oeuvres on this darling platter
Be the Hostess with the Mostess beautiful dress in the room!

The Retro Cocktail Party- Part Deaux continues Monday so don't miss it!

Martini glasses and platter available at Martiniart.com

Cocktails and Heartburn

The study of Mixology has been a very interesting endeavor, that is for sure. I'm enjoying every minute of it. Most of the drinks I'm learning to create, I've never tried so the other day I decided to make a Fuzzy Navel. Wow, what a delicious drink! My compliments to the Peach Schnapps people! However...
I woke up that night with what I thought was either a heart attack or anxiety attack. I've never had either but I was doing some crazy self-diagnosing. After all, I only had half of that Fuzzy Navel but the feeling was sooo weird and unusual, I thought it was curtains for me.
I started praying to God, making crazy promises and everything. "Oh sweet Jesus, I know it's been a while but please, have mercy on me and make it go away...What do you mean, 'who is this?' ANYWAYS, I promise I will NEVER drink again...I promise I will go to church!" Yeah, right. Well, the Lord Almighty answered my prayers in the form of a glass of milk, yes, milk. Cured me just like that (snap!). I woke up Hubby and he said it was heartburn or indigestion...so that explains the burning in my ears! Sheesh.
This experience made me think...What happened to the good ol' days of yore when I would go out with friends and drink Rum & Coke like there was no tomorrow? We would frequent clubs and order Long Island Ice Teas, which contain 5, count 'em, 5! of the lesser quality liquors and NO tea whatsoever, and drink them like they were going out of style and not feel like crap!. Remember those glorious days? They are Looooong gone for moi! I'll be drinking warm milk from here on out...just call me Grandma. Hmm, maybe not.