so i'm back from lunch with my brother, which, obviously enough, took a while. we talked about music, alcohol, and our parents. it's amazing how much alike we are at this point. we have more in common after hardly seeing each other for years than we did when we lived in the same house. not to mention we actually get along great now.
he's even gotten into heavy metal -- no, really! -- now that i've moved on to jazz. he's playing in a metal band now, called "The Hidden Hand." they've got a CD coming out soon, although their website is more than a year out of date so i wouldn't bother looking there. he wants to do some music stuff together, still. we're talking about collaborating via internet until we're ready to do actual recording. so possibly there'll be some new studio material on the CD. or possibly we'll just give ourselves a band name and release it through some indie label. who knows? he certainly knows enough people, and i've been waiting years to call myself "cupid's sixguns."
you may be amused to learn that Evan's won one or another newspaper's "best cocktail in Baltimore" award for seven years running, and made #7 on Penthouse's "Most Sensual Cocktails" list with his "Midnight Mimosa" (about which he says, "could it be any cheesier?"). if my memory hasn't already tied itself in knots, i believe it was his pomegranate margarita that won him the trip out here. he assures me that next time he visits he'll mix me up some delicious cocktails. of course, considering our track record, that'll probably be in another five years, but who knows? it could happen. in the meantime, i've got his mojito recipe (it's both of our favorite cocktail, shockandawe), which ought to keep me happy for a while. just as soon as i can afford to buy rum.
feel free to make "where's the rum" jokes now.
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