Yesterday marked at least three noteworthy developments.
- SC and I are back on BBM.
After I moved to a new berry a few months back, SC and I lost a major communication tool in our ever-dwindling arsenal.
Pause here for a second. I’ve taken enough standardized tests to know that a “tool” is not what’s in your “arsenal.” But I can’t think of what goes in your arsenal. Instead all I can hear is SC doing her father’s Scottish accent – I’ve not met SC’s father and don’t have my own recollection of his accent – saying, “Get your TOOL out of my ARSE…enal.” Which is, I’m sure, not something he’s ever had occasion to say. Yet, there is goes again…
Anyway, SC and I were on a dangerous communication road that was forcing us either to email – not her favorite thing – or talk on the phone – decidedly not my favorite thing. But the impasse has been averted. After several instructional emails where I was again accused of being bossy, a call to the IT guy who refused to help, and a g-chat with MJ who is a new media genius (okay, so it’s a stretch to say that BBM is a new media source, but you know), SC and I are up and running. Thank G-d! Because that was scary.
- I learned to tweet.
Yup, MJ and AM have won, and I have a Twitter account. So if you are twittering, find me – @NSQD. If you are not twittering yet, join us… you know you want to. It’s like texting and facebook and instant messaging. You know it’s just a matter of time. So get in while you can still get the hashbar (wait, is that what it’s called? Or am I thinking of something else entirely? Is it hashtag? I’m still learning, people!) you want.
- Real Housewives of NJ has started on Bravo.
We’ve talked about. We’ve debated about. We’ve blogged about it. And now it’s finally here. And boy, oh boy, was it worth the wait. AM, MJ, and I used the occasion to eat a delicious meal – my favorite of AM’s meals, in fact (this is how I know she loves me) – drink a lot (oh, I’ll get to that in a minute), and tweet about the new best bad show on TV. Seriously, tune in. It’s amazing. It’s beyond amazing. It’s beyond beyond, actually.
But more on Housewives NJ later. And please believe there will be A LOT more later. I mean, I neglected to tweet about Teresa paying $120k for furniture… IN CASH. I mean, I just paid $1400 in cash for a mattress and felt like my grandmother. But $120k?! From my experience, the only people who have large amounts of cash at the ready are children of the Depression or criminals or both. My grandmother may or may not be both.
Anyway, for now, I’d like to talk about how AM tried to kill me last night.
As I mentioned, AM made my favorite meal last night – the Barefoot Contessa’s pasta with cream and arugula and lots of pepper. I’m sure it has a name. Whatever it’s called, I love it and AM knows this. AM also knows that I love a cocktail, especially if it’s bubbly. And AM delivered again – she made us a cocktail with St. Germain liquore and sparkling wine.
It was delicious. Seriously, so fucking tasty. This St. Germain stuff – it’s like a dream come true for me. It’s peachy and grapefruity and lychee-like and, well, delicious. The sparkling wine cuts the sweetness and makes this the perfect little aperitif.
Turns out, while I may love the St. Germain, it doesn’t quite love me. Within 20 minutes of drinking this delicious little cocktail, I started feeling very tipsy. I’ve been around the block a few times, so a glass or two of wine and a sparkling cocktail really should NOT lead to tipsy. But there I was. And soon I was starting to feel like I was loopy drunk. It was at this point that I realized that my face had become the reddest shade of red this side of a fire truck. Next came my arms. And then, I would learn, my legs. WHAT THE…?!?!
It wasn’t until after I was able to sleep it off that I realized what happened. I have the same reaction to that St. Germain stuff as I do to gin. Which is why I haven’t had gin since I was about 19 years old.
After a regrettable – and final – run-in at a Bath and Body Work, I realized that I was allergic to the juniper flower. I know this because Bath and Body Work had a new line of lotions that had, you guessed it, juniper flowers in it. At the time, I would try on all sorts of fragrant stuff at the mall, not realizing that the migraines I was suffering were induced by those flowery smells. Luckily, I learned my lesson. No gin. No juniper.
And now, no St. Germain. And no elderflower, the ingredient that makes St. Germain so delicious.
If you get a minute and feel like doing a little interweb surfing, check out the St. Germain website. I would recommend you read both the story of St. Germain and Our Process. Both amazing. These people are so French. I mean, you are harvesting a flower that is only in bloom for a super short period of time, you have a guy handpick these flowers, and then you have another guy bike – yes, I said BIKE – said flowers to the distillery? What?!
I mean, look at this guy:
It appears that the elderflower bike messengers in the foothills of the French Alps are slightly different than ours.
Well, I digress. Kudos, St. Germain distillery. Because that shit is awesome!