JACK DANIELSTRIPLE SEC
SWEET & SOUR MIX
ORANGE JUICE.
SOUTHY HIT US WITH THIS DRINK for the first time a few Thursdays ago. He found it looking through a drink book, and loving the immortal guitarist as much as he does (along with being surprised that a veteran drink-slinger like himself had never heard of it before), he whipped it up. And it was good. Especially on this balmy Thursday evening when we delivered a serious blow to Saints & Sinners' triple sec reserves.
We got our monthly visit from Jay, our neigborhood bashful writerly type, who always looks bursting at the seams to spill his guts and talk your ear off with all the profound thoughts writerly types are always grappling with, until he has a few drinks, morphs into a cackling hound, and forgets what he was going to talk about. Nikiya dropped in and put a good dent in the bar's Remy Martin bottle. I saw Benny on the other side of the bar looking pretty sober, although it's hard to tell with that guy sometimes. Janet strolled in for a Shirley Temple shot towards the end of our set and was promptly serenaded into dance mode by Jorge, who never misses an opportunity to claw at some thigh.
It was a a regulars' reunion of sorts - we even got a visit from the guy who comes in once every few weeks after work on Thursdays, orders a beer, drinks the whole thing in one gulp, throws a bill down on the bar, and strides back into his car, which is double-parked and running on Venice Blvd. Harleigh covered for Southy, who came in late to cover for Truck since it was her birthday, so it wasn't a complete set, but close enough. Word to the mid-50s white man with the narc mustache and Hawaiian shirt bopping his head all evening to Wu-Tang and Redman and Too Short.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRUCK. YOU ARE THE HARDBODY ROCK 'N ROLL CENTER OF THIS NOUGATY JELL-O WORLD.
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