The Rules Of Ruin: 1: Mixing Drinks
The Rules Of Ruin Is An Occasional Item To Help You Get Very, Very Drunk In The Guise Of A Warning About Things Which Will Get You Very Very Drunk
Everyone knows that mixing drinks will get you more drunk than staying on one brew. The same people also probably learned the little tune about mixing drinks on their Grandmothers knee:
Beer And Wine, Next Day Fine
Wine And Beer, The Next Day You Will Pay Dear
Or something like that. Anyway, the Rules Of Ruin has no truck with such nonsense. You can drink what you like and you will probably end up drunk. That much is axiomatic. No, what the Rules Of Ruin wants to tell you today follows on directly from yesterdays item regarding Rum flavoured beer. Basically, mixing drinks in the glass before you drink it.
REPEAT AFTER ME: I am not Tom Cruise in Cocktail. The only time two different alcoholic drinks should be mixed is under the supervision of a professional or at least a book of how to make cocktails. Even then, the toll has been pre-paid on the autoroute to ruin (Rouen?) and someone is going to put their foot down.
In particular, nasty and unpleasant drinks (cheap white wine, Noilly Prat, Cassis) are never improved by being mixed with each other. As I discovered last week, vinegary white wine mixed with cassis still tastes foul in an overly sweet blackcurrent flavoured vinegar way. At least have the dignity to keep them separate before they reach your stomach.
And anyway, Bryan Brown was way cooler.
Pete Baran in Pumpkin Publog • 4,749 views
a friend from work has a leaving doo this friday and as such we want to give him a proper send off. we have the location, but we want to give him some interesting pints to help him on his merry way.
any suggestions for poison pints
My graduation cocktail was Baileys, Pernod and Blue Bols, which I sabsolutely as foul as it sounds. But no, dignity is everything, Campari and Creme de Cacao is the classy way to make someone very, very ill.
Ahh I got so drunk last night and I was mixing drinks, a bit of this, a bit of that, but I felt fine in the morning, even though I was a crazy, crazy, hoon that night so bad they were restraining me.
aww, i dont mean to be an overkill but i found a bottle of rum. i also found a what a thought was some strongbow mixed with some funny cloudly vodka, then i found more cloudy vodka in diffrent colours, i then found more rum and who knows what else. and right now i dont have a hangover i have sea sickness 10 hours later from spiinning round the room still.
Opooseee! :P
to continue w/my francophone theme today, the french have this expression:
blanc sur rouge, rien ne bouge
rouge sur blanc, tout fout le camp
i.e. white after red, nothing moves
red after white, the whole place is fucked up
this makes even less sense than pete’s grandmother’s dictum since french people always start with white wine (i.e. champagne or sauterne) and move on to hearty red wines for the main course..