My entry for the Appleton Reserve ReMixology Challenge is away. My cocktail was themed after Metric's "Gimme Sympathy", per the contest's rules (choose a song and create a cocktail based on it). It didn't take me long to put together a themed recipe, and the results were rather delicious! So here's hoping I make it into the regional quarterfinals. Finalists will be announced sometime after tomorrow, so I'll let everyone know how it goes.
That's one contest down, two more (that I know of) to go!
Showing posts with label mixology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mixology. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Supersonic. Or, Rather, Ultra.
Not much changed in the job department. Still no word back from the lounge about the supposed new position, despite several attempts to contact them via email, Facebook and phone, but until he actually gives me any official word, all I can do is bug them. And I will keep pestering them until I get a reply, whether the answer is good or bad.
Those of you who know me best probably know I have the patience to do this for years, if necessary.
I have a few extra hours at the store, at least. That means I have a whole 9 hours of work this week, possibly more if I'm able to pick up a shift on Saturday. It's a start.
This has been a busy week, otherwise. Job fair yesterday (where I ran into one of the administrators over at Crescent and decided to ask about reinstating myself on the job placement list), interview with a staffing agency tomorrow (for office, writing and bar work placement) and had a venal and arterial ultrasound on my leg today to see what could be wrong. They found nothing, of course, so that's partially good news.
With some of the stress off my mind, I've been able to focus on a couple of mixology competitions. I'm looking into two different contests right now. Of course, I'll have to do these using Crescent School as my sponsor since I have no idea what my employment status is at the lounge, but the administrator at Crescent seemed more-than-happy to allow me to use their facilities for the competitions. Thank goodness for being a decent student in the art of the cocktail! I may even be a bit of a show-off and dabble in molecular mixology for these contests.
I'm also finishing up with the prologue to what should turn out to be a 22-chapter high-concept fantasy novel, should each chapter go according to plan. In addition, I'm going to start working out the kinks in a cyberpunk story project I've been researching for years. I thought about making this project a novel also, but I thought it'd be more fun to write several short stories (or, perhaps, a few novellas) based in the same fictional city.
Until the next update, wish me luck!
Those of you who know me best probably know I have the patience to do this for years, if necessary.
I have a few extra hours at the store, at least. That means I have a whole 9 hours of work this week, possibly more if I'm able to pick up a shift on Saturday. It's a start.
This has been a busy week, otherwise. Job fair yesterday (where I ran into one of the administrators over at Crescent and decided to ask about reinstating myself on the job placement list), interview with a staffing agency tomorrow (for office, writing and bar work placement) and had a venal and arterial ultrasound on my leg today to see what could be wrong. They found nothing, of course, so that's partially good news.
With some of the stress off my mind, I've been able to focus on a couple of mixology competitions. I'm looking into two different contests right now. Of course, I'll have to do these using Crescent School as my sponsor since I have no idea what my employment status is at the lounge, but the administrator at Crescent seemed more-than-happy to allow me to use their facilities for the competitions. Thank goodness for being a decent student in the art of the cocktail! I may even be a bit of a show-off and dabble in molecular mixology for these contests.
I'm also finishing up with the prologue to what should turn out to be a 22-chapter high-concept fantasy novel, should each chapter go according to plan. In addition, I'm going to start working out the kinks in a cyberpunk story project I've been researching for years. I thought about making this project a novel also, but I thought it'd be more fun to write several short stories (or, perhaps, a few novellas) based in the same fictional city.
Until the next update, wish me luck!
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Good Friday. Somewhat.
Good news: Things may be changing for the better in terms of Sam's career opportunities. As to not jinx things, I won't say what, exactly, is happening or when, but it will definitely be excellent should it come to pass.
Better news: I finally got my paycheck from the previous term, as well as my current check. However, this still makes me wonder what happened to the original amount that was to be direct deposited into my old account. Chase has shown nothing transferred into the closed account and my boss has heard nothing from his bank on the matter. Ergo, the original funds are stuck in a sort of financial Purgatory.
Bad news: I didn't get to be a finalist in the mixology competition I'd entered. Bummer. More surprising than that, the theme of my drink for the contest wasn't as rare or original as I'd expected (three of the finalists used my same theme as theirs, but with differing recipes). Oh well. I'd only heard about the contest three days prior to the deadline, so I prepped what I could in a very short window. Live and learn. I'll take what I learned from this one (my first official competition, mind you) and carry it on to the rest of the competitions. Next up: A cocktail contest hosted by St-Germain. I vow to have better results in this one.
Speaking of "live and learn", I'm still here. Either I was skipped in the Holy Draft or Mr. Camping has a lot to answer for. Guess I'll know by tomorrow evening (or today, rather, since I'm writing this at 2am). After all, 200 million people to be taken in this supposed "Rapture" means you should be missing at least one friend, family member or neighbor in the course of events. And California should have been blown up by way of the San Andreas Fault, according to his predictions.
I suppose I should be grateful. Last thing I want is news carried to me from my boss at 5:59pm (GMT, PST or what-have-you) of a terrific nature and be taken away in the middle of celebration. That would imperially suck.
Right, then. Off to bed for me. Those of you not in the 3% of the world's chosen populace...we'll talk again after Sunday.
Better news: I finally got my paycheck from the previous term, as well as my current check. However, this still makes me wonder what happened to the original amount that was to be direct deposited into my old account. Chase has shown nothing transferred into the closed account and my boss has heard nothing from his bank on the matter. Ergo, the original funds are stuck in a sort of financial Purgatory.
Bad news: I didn't get to be a finalist in the mixology competition I'd entered. Bummer. More surprising than that, the theme of my drink for the contest wasn't as rare or original as I'd expected (three of the finalists used my same theme as theirs, but with differing recipes). Oh well. I'd only heard about the contest three days prior to the deadline, so I prepped what I could in a very short window. Live and learn. I'll take what I learned from this one (my first official competition, mind you) and carry it on to the rest of the competitions. Next up: A cocktail contest hosted by St-Germain. I vow to have better results in this one.
Speaking of "live and learn", I'm still here. Either I was skipped in the Holy Draft or Mr. Camping has a lot to answer for. Guess I'll know by tomorrow evening (or today, rather, since I'm writing this at 2am). After all, 200 million people to be taken in this supposed "Rapture" means you should be missing at least one friend, family member or neighbor in the course of events. And California should have been blown up by way of the San Andreas Fault, according to his predictions.
I suppose I should be grateful. Last thing I want is news carried to me from my boss at 5:59pm (GMT, PST or what-have-you) of a terrific nature and be taken away in the middle of celebration. That would imperially suck.
Right, then. Off to bed for me. Those of you not in the 3% of the world's chosen populace...we'll talk again after Sunday.
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