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Hmmm…I don’t have any party songs. Times like this, I like to crank up the volume and do the air guitar to my favourite rock tracks which I can be seen shaking my head all over the room. These days though, I seem to be cranking my volume up to my entire Weird Al Yankovich collection. No matter how the day goes, listening to his songs always cracks me up. I’m not sure whether his to your tastes or not, but as the saying goes.

To be tired of Weird Al is to be tired of life.

Happy One Hundred Martinis to you!

A good book?  Hm.  I’m reading Eat, Pray, Love right now, and… so far, not bad. 

Mingling on your blog is easy.  I like the photos.  What’s up with not-so flattering butt shot?  My current favorite song is by Spoon.  I really don’t know much about the band, but I do like the song <i>Don’t You Evah</i>.  Today I haven’t spoken any French, but I have a French movie to return to the video store.  I wish I got around to watching it.  Happy cent!

Yeah, egan is right–what is up with the “mom pants” in the butt shot?

That is Boge City, dude!

Haha!! Well if it’s Weird Al, it’s probably air accordion(ing).  No…the air guitar is reserved for the rest of my rock tracks. The ones that I’ve so carefully collected over the years..and years. Ahh…the good ol 70’s and 80’s.

You have really good eyes to spot the wrist stuff.  I can only picture the rest of his unseen attire.  I’m also right handed, mais je peux faire plusieurs de choses avec le main gauche.

Congrats! (or is it wake of congrats?)

Share something exciting that will make your day? How about (from wikipedia):

- By one widely-disseminated account, the martini is a descendant of the Martinez, an older, sweeter cocktail consisting of two ounces of sweet vermouth, one ounce Old Tom gin (a sweetened variant), two dashes maraschino cherry liquid, and one dash bitters, shaken with ice, strained, and served with a twist of lemon.
- The Martinez was most likely invented in Martinez, California, where a plaque commemorating the birth of the martini can be found on the north-east corner of the intersection of Alhambra Avenue and Masonic Street.
- The earliest known reference to the Martinez is found in The Bon Vivant’s Companion: Or How to Mix Drinks (1887 edition), authored by “Professor” Jerry Thomas, the head bartender at many famous watering holes, including the Occidental Hotel in San Francisco.
- Modern American Drinks by George J. Kappeler, from 1895, gives this recipe for the Martini Cocktail: “Half a mixing glass full fine ice, three dashes orange bitters, one-half jigger Tom gin, one-half jigger Italian vermouth, a piece lemon-peel. Mix, strain into cocktail-glass. Add a maraschino cherry if desired by customer.
- A 1901 novel, set in the mid-1880s, has a Harvard undergraduate referring to “a Martini cocktail.”
- William Grimes, restaurant critic for The New York Times reports the theory (in Straight Up or On the Rocks: the Story of the American Cocktail) that the dry martini was invented in 1912 by Signor Martini di Arma di Taggia, the bartender at New York’s Knickerbocker Hotel. Numerous published references to the martini before 1912 discount this theory.
- Winston Churchill chose to forgo vermouth completely, saying that the perfect martini involved pouring a glass full of cold gin and looking at a bottle of vermouth.

- General Patton suggested pointing the gin bottle in the general direction of Italy.

- Alfred Hitchcock’s recipe called for five parts gin and “a quick glance at a bottle of vermouth.”
- Ernest Hemingway liked to order a “Montgomery”, which was a martini mixed at a 15:1 gin-to-vermouth ratio
Cheers!

Cléa - I have to make sure you know I have a deep love for John Mayer.  My heart flutters when he sings because his words are so true.  He completes me.  (responding to Sicilian Mama’s comment).   Je peux faire beaucoup de choses avec les deux mains.  Je suis doué!  This man is hot!

Well Cléa, I’ll let you strum my guitar if you’ll let me toot your horn.

Happy 100th posts with more Martinis to come.

By the way, I was kidding about Mr. Mayer.  He really doesn’t complete or fulfill me in the least bit.