SNT.
EDIT: This past week, a company we work with took us out to dinner at some schmancy, above-us kind of place, so we all took the opportunity to order things we would never normally order. For me, it started with steak tartare, which was so ungodly good that I'll probably make the mistake of ordering it at a lesser establishment in the future and subsequently puke. As things progressed, I was introduced to dirty martinis. I'd never had a martini in my life, because I hate vodka, and because the devil mixes his lies in the truth and vermouth. As it was explained to my uncultured swine face, a "dirty" martini means they dump in some of the salty olive brine, and a "very dirty" martini means they dump enough salty olive brine in to make it almost impossible to detect any alcohol. As someone who will occasionally buy a jar of olives with thoughts of only drinking the juice, I was down with that. Very dirty martinis are my new sophisto drink of choice.

But I really suck at making them at home.
Posted by Matt on 07/29/2006. E-mail me!










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Thing that I did as a kid that I still feel bad about? Hmmm.
I guess I feel bad about every time that I lied to my parents. I know that’s not very specific, but I still remember times when I was caught. They looked so sad & disappointed, which was way worse than them being angry.
I still think of lies that I told that were not caught, and I feel bad about them. I think confessing them might make me feel better, but I just don’t think I can stand to see my parents disappointed in me.