Alone

Alone is an interesting word with a lot of different implications. Alone in the house for a while…alone in the bath tub soaking the work day out of your tired feet…sitting alone in a bookstore using their WiFi to work on school assignments.

Then there is the alone where you sit in the house all day by yourself waiting for your best friend and pretty much husband to get home from a day of work with only the characters from Big Bang Theory to keep you company. The alone where your phone is so silent that you start to wonder why the hell you even pay to keep it turned on. The kind of alone where you finally have a job that gives you copious amounts of time off while you still make enough money to make ends meet and more and finally have the time to write but depression gets the better of you so you sit and do nothing. But you’re not doing nothing, you’re bored as fuck and trying to figure out something to do. So you pack up your laptop in your purse, say bye to the dogs, jump in the car and head to the closest bookstore. Nope. Too many people there. So you go to a local deli and sit for hours finally able to write. But then you get bored again so you go spend money on unnecessary things to waste time till he gets home and end up coming home with bags and an empty wallet wondering why you can’t save money.

Now it’s 1:30am and you can’t sleep but you’re so depressed you have no motivation to do anything but are so bored you have to do something so you start writing a blog post about being alone. Viscious cycle. Big Bang Theory still playing in the background as you try your best to stay quiet so he can sleep because he has to work in the morning.

You know, it’s funny that people call you their friend when you are out in public together but you’re really not. No one calls you or texts you unless they need something from you or all of their other more important friends are busy. The sad part about that though? You’re so desperate to have friends that you’ll jump when they say to. Then you end up getting used and walked all over and swear that you’ll never hang out with them again. Unfortunately the phone rings and you jump when they say so…again.

That is alone. Having only one person in your life that you can rely on because you can’t even rely on yourself. Don’t get me wrong. Having such a person in your life is amazing. He will do anything for you and you love him deeply and will do anything for him…but it’s a lonely existence. Especially when you can’t even think of three people you can rely on, or even want, to be bridesmaids if you two ever got married.

So now it’s 1:44am and you’re sitting alone in the bathroom trying to figure out if you want to take a bath and switch out Big Bang for Friends, still typing. Ehh might as well. I don’t have anything else to do.

“Nah, I’m fine.” She said with a smile.

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Well…

I cannot believe it’s been so long since I have posted anything here.  Life has a weird way of catching up to you and before you know it, you’re stuck in traffic. Good news is that traffic always let’s up, it just may take a while.

So I’ve decided to get off the highway for a while

 and cruise down some backroads. Hopefully this will give me time to do what I love to do. Write.

Love, peace, and Blessed Be

Seraphina

Alcohol Part 1 – The Cocktail

Every time I see this word I think of that country song by Brad Paisley. The one where alcohol makes you put that lamp shade on your head. I can’t read this word as ‘alcohol’, I read it as he sings it ‘alllll-cah-haaaaaaallllll’. Once you hear that song, you will never see that word the same again!

My own recipe for a pink Starburst shooter. I also make them as drinks, and I suppose you can make them into martinis too.

So why the post about alcohol? Well, my life revolves around it. You can’t bartend without alcohol, according to the song, it helps white people dance (we all know that one guy), and really brings people together (unless you’re that angry drunk that wants to fight everybody and their brother when you drink).

Watermelon Basil Margarita from BJ’S Brewhouse. They look so pretty!

One of my favorite things to do when bartending is make cocktails. Mixology has become increasingly popular throughout the years and rightfully so! You combine your knowledge of flavors to create the perfect cocktail. It’s a science. It’s math. It’s art. It’s beauty. And it gets people drunk. Which is the ultimate goal right? To make people feel good? I know I strive to make my customers feel happy and welcome. What better way to do that than with a perfectly crafted mixed drink?

Handcrafted Lemon Drop Martini. I really enjoy making these as martinis. There is just something about putting a perfect sugar rim on a martini glass that makes you feel so accomplished!

My fellow bartender best friend, Scorpio, and I are planning a trip to New York City to take a mixology class. Why? Because why not? Go to New York, shop, eat, dance, drink, and learn how to make the most fabulous cocktails ever. One thing about being a bartender, you can NEVER stop learning. The bar world changes so fast and so much that you HAVE to go take courses, read articles online, watch YouTube videos, etc. in order to keep up with trends. 

The “it” thing right now with cocktails is fruit and herbs. That’s right. Fresh raspberries in a cocktail? Ok. Elaborate garnishes with bright green limes, exquisitely cut orange slices, that perfectly yellow lemon wedge, leafy stalks of celery in bloody marys? Ok. Let’s through some pineapple, limes, cherries, and an orange in there and muddle it all together. Ok, sure. That probably wouldn’t taste too great but you catch my point. Rum and cokes are a thing of the past. You better get used to ordering a Sex On A Fire Truck, or a Strawberry Mojito, or a White Peach Margarita (which includes slices of peach in the drink). 

Here is me in my natural habitat behind the bar. Martinis for days!

Have fun with your alcohol! Order those fancy fru-fru drinks…it’s ok!! Learn new things. Love what you do! Make people happy!