A boozy circle of life: when groundhogs emerge from their slumbers, you cautiously hazard a beer-store-cold brew. Summer returns in a flash of alcohol-drenched excitement and twilight patios. Later, as you sip brandy, autumnal leaves fall under foot. Skip forward to the dead of winter and you and a bottle of Jack have found an ice shack on a lake. In between the crumbled foliage and frozen fish, cocktail season explodes in a final flourish of bright lights, snowflake sweaters, and well-lit trees: welcome to the holidays. With a prolonged imbibing schedule, you have to mix up your drinks so as not to pass out under the mistletoe. Worry not: as usual, we have done the thinking and pre-drinking for you. Welcome to the Christmas Cocktail Guide.
The most summery of fruits meets the most summery of onomatopoeia. Now find a patio. |
There's only one rule: do not say "feeling peachy," else Peaches will beat your drunken ass. |
You're still wary after the foggy Mr. Clean debacle but this one won't end with a stomach pump. |
You know you're curious; don't let the "tini-" suffix dissuade you from cocktail revelry. |
Sometimes a martini is just a martini. But sometimes sake is added to the mix and everything changes. One sip and you'll never go sake-less again. |
This martini is mad. Mad and silly....and juicy. Ok, now that I think of it, there is nothing mad or silly about it. Just juicy. |
Sometimes you want watermelon. Sometimes you want vodka. Sometimes you won't both. |
If you're going to by a drink the title might as well rhyme. Otherwise, how are you supposed to know if it is any good? |
She sounds demur but, like Carol Channing, she'll knock you on your ass (take that, fictional Tyson). |
You don't have to be a supervillain to get smashed, though it would help on at least one extra level. |
Never again will you be forced to choose between champagne and a martini. That's too much to ask of any man. |
There's really no sense in messing with perfection. You don't mess with the best. |
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