Uh oh. Number 13. Normally I’d ramble on about how unlucky this edition of FTILFF is, but seeing as it is St. Friggin’ Patrick’s Day, I’ve most certainly got the luck o’the Irish on my side. Right? I mean, I’ve got the Lucky Charms dude on my Myspace friends roll and sometimes my hair turns kinda redish in prolonged sunlight. And I own Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphy’s albums, so we’re good, right? Good.
- Infusing vodka - Never tried it before, but I’m giving it a shot. Regular vodka=hydrogen peroxide to me, so I’m hoping by pumping it up with some fresh raspberries and vanilla will snazz it up a bit.
- Pumpkin chocolate chip muffins - I made these when the ‘rents visited last weekend. Subsituted some brown sugar and wheat flour, made some other tweaks, but the real kicker is making your own pumpkin pie spice. Now if I could just get the house to smell normal again.
- This house - I ache to have an older house, with it’s character, charm and architectural distinction. Sadly this stupid city has no houses like this outside of a bad part of downtown. God I miss Cincinnati sometimes.
- Not being a teenager anymore - As much as I would love to relive high school years sometimes, I most certainly am thankful that I don’t have to deal with the drama and theatrics of those times. With age comes a bit more peace, I suppose.
- The Breaffy House hotel - I had to sneek a little bit of the motherland into this edition. We stayed here on our honeymoon, as did my parents in the 70s. Located in my family’s village, it’s a breath-taking structure set back in the woods. It’s also where I became good friends with Cecil B. Horse and Baby Humphrey.
That’s it for this week kids. Enjoy some green beer tonight (preferably a Guiness or Black’n’Tan). I know the Lucky Charms dude and I will be hangin out.
