Welcome to a very special, picture heavy, edition of “What’s everybody drinking” with pictures of actual food and drink by Mrs Lizardo!
I probably should have had a Whisky Sour in honor of 12 Monkeys (hey, remember when io9 was a science fiction site and would have covered something like 12 Monkeys and the odd way they are airing it? Yeah, me neither), but I had a sazerac instead.
I should have done this last week when we had Strawberry Mint Juleps in honor of spring and the Kentucky Derby. But those horses are out of the barn.
What? Two nights in a row? Hells yes! (That’s how the kids say it, right?)
It’s been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time...
New Year’s eve day eve edition.
Fear of this Christmas tree!
A patient today asked if I could make his radiation therapy go any faster. I told him it was already going 300,000,000 meters per second and any faster would be illegal.
You may have noticed my screen name changed. We are no longer dogless. Meet Wilson.
So two weeks ago today, I sort of needed emergency surgery. I thought I was having bad reflux despite my proton pump inhibitors (which I prescribed myself 10 years ago, because doctors are awful patients). The symptoms would last for a few hours, then get better. I set myself up for an upper endoscopy - which entailed…
We had margaritas with swordfish in salsa Verracruzana.
I experimented with my baseline Manhattan recipe but I broke a cardinal rule of research. I messed with two variables at once.
Hey, it’s a holiday and I don’t have to work! This is exciting.