Happy Hour [9/4/21]

I need a drink

9/4/21 Hannibal 35

Bartenders Needed

For Friday afternoon Happy Hour posts. No mixology experience necessary. The only requirement is a willingness to interact with your fellow Deadsplinters, recommend drinks and snacks, or maybe entertain with a story. Compensation comes in the form of stars.

I’m fully vaccinated and taking the advice of @luigi-vuoto to cut loose. So I’m heading further south to walk on the beach and drink copious amounts of wine with my sister while our dogs play. I’m looking for volunteers for the next three Fridays, as well as any Friday you’d like to host Happy Hour. You must all get tired of my feeble attempts to spin gold out of internet straw.

Rumpelstiltskin Cocktail

  • 1 1/2 oz Rum
  • 1/2 oz Campari
  • 1 1/2 oz fresh-squeezed orange juice
  • 1/2 oz lime juice
  • 1 oz simple syrup
  • dash of Angostura bitters
  • 1 1/2 Oz ginger ale
  • sliced orange, lemon, limes, and a sprig of mint for garnish

Add ice and all ingredients except bitters and ginger ale to shaker, shake until mixed and chilled, strain into glass over ice, add bitters and ginger ale, garnish.

Do you see how low I’ve set the bar? Surely you can do better than this! If interested pm me @hannibal.

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  4. Rumpelstiltskin sounds tasty, I have kraken, should be ok.
    Today I am drinking something called a horse’s neck, rye, ginger ale and lemon wedge.[redemption rye, yeah it is really good, vould be my fave so far] I wanted a Daisy because I found a bottle of orgeat when I cleaned the fridge but at 4 pm could not be arsed to make simple syrup. Eating ham, jarlserg and my homemade mustard and watching the Yanks get pounded by the Rays. WTF. Rays are in last fucking place but somehow find themselves when the Yankees are in town.
    Kids, it is going to be a long summer. The next door neighbors suck, noone talks to them anymore in the neighborhood, the repulsive husband hasn’t worked for months, is already out side without a shirt on [DAMN MY EYES] and they spend all their time screaming and swearing at each other. It could be enough to drive me back to the office.

  5. My brain exploded,about an hour and a half ago, and I think I’ll be processing for a few days–maybe a few weeks😳😲🤯😃😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗
     
    I dunno if I mentioned it,but last Friday, my advisor emailed me, to say that since i want my ECSE teaching license, there *might* be a different way to go about it, than my current slog of getting a K-12 SPED license, then going on to get the ECSE licensure afterward… (relevant info here, I was expecting that I wouldn’t be able to student teach for that K-12 license, until *at least* next spring, AND because I don’t have a bachelor’s degree yet, my semester of student-teaching would be 100% UNpaid–and you can’t have a second job that semester either,because the school expects you to JUST be doing your student teaching & other classes….
    I’ve been worrying about how to pay for 4 months of rent, car/life/renters insurance, my phone plan, food, and just general *life* those four months, since 2017😬)
     
    On Tuesday after class, my advisor had me stay on the zoom session a bit longer. She’d finally remembered to ask the head of our Grad program if I could take some grad classes while I wait for my undergrad/K-12 student teaching, which was a question we’d talked about weeks ago.
     
    The Grad program advisor said NO… but she asked my advisor, “Since she wants the ECSE license, and not the K,12 degree, what if Em did an Interdisciplinary Degree (Bachelor of Science), instead of the K-12 degree, graduated with that, and shifted into the Grad program?
     
    So my Advisor asked me what I thought…
    I thought it couldn’t hurt to check, so she set up an appointment *today* with the IDS advisor…
    Today
    And after our… five minute(?) conversation, my brain exploded, and turned into absolute MUSH!!!!😲😲😲😲
     
    Backstory again, for the folks who don’t know, I managed to be so much of “an overachiever” that I managed to flunk myself out of school *twice*  the first time I attempted college. When I went back at 38, I got all a’s & b’s in my 2-year college’s classes, until I hit my Practicum for my major…. which i promptly FAILED, and I failed my Field Experience for the second of those dual AS/AAS majors, too…
     
    Which was what made me go check in with the college’s Disability Servvices Coordinator, who asked me if I’d ever considered that I might have Autism (because I was JUST like most of her Aspergers’ students!😉😆😂🤣), and led to my getting diagnosed (ADHD-Combined, Mild, “With Autistic Tendencies–although i apparently function “just a little too well” to have gotten an ASD diagnosis).
     
    Passed the Field Experience the second time around, then the Practicum,  and got both degrees.
     
    I’ve slogged away on & off at the K-12 SPED license classes,since the fall of 2017.
     
    Today, in that meeting my advisor set up?
     
    The advisor for the IDS degree program said, “You have MORE than enough credits to graduate with an IDS degree in Psychology and Special Education. There was one communication class you’re missing, but you don’t need a capstone–you have PLENTY of upper-divisiin classes, that MORE than cover what you would have ever needed for a capstone. If you apply for the major, you’re ready to graduate.”
     
    I don’t have to student teach, in a K-12 school!!!😳😲🤯😃😁😁😁😁😁
     
    I can GRADUATE THIS SEMESTER…
     
    27 YEARS after I first started college, I was just literally told, “You’ve MORE than done the amount of work you ever needed to do. You don’t NEED to do any more. You’ve done enough to earn your degree…”
     
    I’m STILL crying. I’m THRILLED, and YEAH,I have 138 of the 120 credits I need to get a Bachelor’s degree….  but i was expecting that it was going to have to be the 156+ credits of 120, that the K-12 degree was going to be…
     
    So you can SEE why I’m just mush right now…
     
    I’m THRILLED, but also sooooooo relieved, and pretty damn shocked, and ELATED, but also just overwhelmed right now… 
     
    Like…. WTMFH?!?@?🤣🤣🤣🤣🙃😭😆😭🤣😱😱😱😱😱
     
    I’m elated, and a melting-down damn blubbery mess,all at the same time.
     
    Feeling  like HOLY SHIIIIIIIT!!!!! WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!?!? 
    In the BEST possible way, of COURSE….
     
    But HOW did I manage to back my way into compketeing an entire college degree, that until Tuesday I didn’t even KNOW existed?!?!🤣🤣🤣🤣😱🤣
     
    I owe SO many people thank-you cards/letters/flowers/chocolares!😉😁🤗
     
    The Grad advisor, for asking my advisor; my advisor; my new advisor; and a few of my Associates Degree professors, too–the Psych professor (whose classes I took as “fun electives” because he made things interesting, and his teaching style worked incredibly for me as a student**), and especially the one from my first Child Development program, who I reached out to for advice on whether to go Ed or Psych & who put me on the path to today…
     
    I’m just shocked, really, that I’ll be DONE with a bachelor’s degree, FINALLY, by the end of May–August, at the latest, if *somehow* i do end up needing to take one Communication  class (if my current school won’t accept the ones that I took for my AS, in the places the AS degree said they go)…
     
    I’m just MUSH right now… I ended up calling in to work (in tears🙃), because there’s no way I’d be good to handle customers & money for 7 hours tonight–my brain is WAY too fried right now…
    I just can’t believe it😳😳😳😃🤗
     
    Just… wow.🤪😜🤯🤗
     
    **his was the summer class, where I FORGOT an entire test, but because the requirements for his papers were so easy for me to nail, and he always offered one extra-credit assignment, I didn’t even NEED to retake the test–iirc,  just dropped from an A to an A- overall in the class, by the end of the semester😉🤣
     

  6. Thanks, Ellie!🤗
     
    I’ll fiiiiiinally be able to crack the bottle of Cliquot I bought yeeeeears ago!😉😁
     
    I got it to celebrate my birthday (we were going to be at the winter Cousins’ Weekend over my b-day that year), but when I went to open the bottle, no one wanted any, except me, and there was no way *I* could finish a whole bottle…
    So I put it aside, intending to open it when I got my Associates degree… 
    And then, when I got those in the mail, the only person around was me… and then another roommate in the house started drinking much of my booze, so the bottle went up to my cousin’s place with Lily, when that roommate threatened to kill Lil….
    I brought Lil back, but the bottle (and a few other things) stayed up north for safe keeping… and it’s been there, in an nook in my cousin’s basement, ever since.
     
    I’m gonna need to make a trip up north in a few weeks😉
    (And *just in case* that bottle is skunked/corked, I’ll get a second bottle… maybe the Rosé this time.
    If the current bottle is still good, that second bottle will be the one we celebrate my licensure with!😁🤗)

  7. For bar snacks, I wish I could contribute a recipe for something known as “South Shore Bar Pizza.” It apparently only exists in the southern suburbs of Boston. I’ve had it [long story for the many reasons why] but no real recipes seem to exist. It’s a 10″-round pan personal pizza with a very thin crust served in somewhat ramshackle Depression-era (or before) structures festooned with Irish and Irish-American flags and iconography. Local sports stuff and vintage neon beer signs are often featured. It’s not bad, but it seems very unique to the area, and no one can seem to describe it. The cheese topping is cheddar, I guess? When you get it for takeout, it’s not boxed, it’s placed between two sturdy cardboard plates and wrapped tightly in a paper bag. 
     
    It really is kind of a lost bit of culinary Americana that’s still thriving up there, while so much else has been subsumed into adaptations and hybrids.

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