The relationship is over. Over over over. Raise a glass, then, and drink up. Sweet at first, of course, but you'll soon see that each sip is harder and harder to swallow.
I am not drinking tonight, since that's the last thing I need. But, just for the fun of it, were I to pour myself a long, tall glass of fire water, here's what I'd pick, as I feel I know it well, both in myself and the company I kept ::
THE SUFFERING BASTARD
1 oz. bourbon
1 oz. gin
1 oz. fresh-squeezed lime juice
4 oz. ginger ale
a dash of angostura bitters
mix all the ingredients in a shaker,
pour into double old fashioned glass filled with ice,
garnish with mint sprig, orange wheel and maraschino cherry
1 oz. bourbon
1 oz. gin
1 oz. fresh-squeezed lime juice
4 oz. ginger ale
a dash of angostura bitters
mix all the ingredients in a shaker,
pour into double old fashioned glass filled with ice,
garnish with mint sprig, orange wheel and maraschino cherry
Just don't be surprised if the whole thing makes you sick.
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