Cocktails. The Internet. Too much sincerity.
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Did I drink a few Corpse Reviver #2 cocktails last Easter weekend? Yes, yes I did.
Dinner tonight was Smitten Kitchen’s spinach and chickpeas, which we really should be eating all day, every day.
Now I’m drinking a Hemingway daiquiri, watching 2001: A Space Odyssey, and trying to learn new menu specs for work.
If you were to ask me if I like my life right now, the answer would be, yes, sometimes.
So. This is happening.The Mandarin Oriental cocktail menu has social media cocktails. Hilarious.
Why do I find it so embarrassing to admit that today I washed a Xanax down with some kombucha?
@1 year agoA weird thing about the service industry is the amount of work related drinking that occurs. It’s common knowledge that people who work in the service industry enjoy their tipple, but beyond after hours drinking, many bars and restaurants do a fair amount of wine, beer, and spirits tasting to familiarize the staff with the menu offerings. Holding yourself together while making tasting notes and asking pertinent questions while drinking 6 or 8 or 12 varieties of some alcohol or another is definitely a learned skill.
All of which is to say that this afternoon’s wine tasting has left me feeling a bit melancholy.
Oh, and also that I want to sit underneath a hot sun and drink this wine.
While re-watching Arrested Development for the 6th (7th? Some embarrassingly large number.) time recently, I realized that Charlize Theron’s character is actually a very smart comment on the Manic Pixie Dream Girl. That is, the whimsical and quirky behaviors of the MPDG are also the behaviors of someone with a developmental disability.
Undoubtedly, I’m not the first to have this thought, and surely someone else has written about it in more depth, but it made me feel clever for a moment.
Also, if any undergraduates are thinking about attending a “What can you do with a degree in humanities?” meet and greet at their university, the answer is the above. This is what you can do with a humanities degree.
Late night snack: vanilla ice cream with fresh cherries.
What do bartenders do on their days off? Nurse hangovers and browse vintage barware on Ebay.
It has been declared.
I used to work with a women who first directed me to this story and who would occasionally decide, “It’s negroni season!”
If I were to sum up my life right now in one sentence I think it would be: “Where the fuck is my fucking wine key?!”
@1 year agoJust poking fun at the whole Manic Pixie Dreamgirl thing… (500) Days of Rita
I knew I wasn’t the only one!
dodie bellamy, in the buddhist. a year and a half ago, when mike and i broke up, emily gave me i love dick. this breakup season, she gave me the buddhist. i cannot put this book down for obvious reasons. (via karaj)
Oddly enough, I’ve been wanting to write about my last Emily Books purchase, Glory Goes and Gets Some, which was perfect for my most recent (current?) break up season.
Now I’ve got the buddhist to help me ride out the rest of this season.
:::Related: This song over and over, even though all the cool kids knew about it six months ago.
(via emilybooks)