The birthday of my bestie and I falls exactly one month apart, so every year we have a shindig/hootenanny/gathering/extravaganza smack bang in the middle. This year (since we are getting long in the tooth), we decided to have a sophisticated little soiree – a cocktail boozanza.
It was a quaint affair, as you can see below.
The evening started charmingly. We had a superbly stocked liquor cabinet, and fresh lemons and limes were prepared in tea pots (note: if you’re going to do this, do make sure you strain the juice – the pulp causes havoc getting through the tea spout, we discovered).
My bestie and I were treated to a gift fit for queens (of which we were amongst many that night).
One of our friends (the dark haired one above) is a reformed bartender, and he made us our very first martinis! Here we are, being fancy ladies about it:
The olives were delicious, the beverage was quite foul. Perhaps Vodka Martinis are better?
The all time favourite drink of the night was definitely the “Thai Tiger”. It seems there are no photos (?!), but I will treat you to the recipe. The sounded weird. Do cocktails have ‘recipes’? I don’t see why not!
You just chuck everything except the sprite/7-up in a cocktail shaker with ice, shake your booty, and then strain into a glass (highball suggested, but not mandatory). Top up with sprite or 7-up, and garnish with some lemongrass, a sliver of chilli and/or a juicy wedge of lime! NOM
Now here’s where things start to get really fabulous.
And then I got sick of my part frock (which was from Target, PS), changed into my pyjamas and fell asleep on the couch with Gomez. Sam was kind enough to snap us while we were vulnerable. And yes, my terry towelling Hello Kitty pyjama shorts are amazing, thanks for noticing 🙂