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Every bartender of invisible drinks needs a cocktailatrix* to invent martini recipes and daiquiri bases. Bond has Q and Alton Brown has W.
And I have Mr. Badger.
In honour of his wife, the infamous LJ, Mr. Badger has composed a drink for the October Lushary--to bring good luck to her and to all people when cycling. It is called the October Egg-Stravaganza.
It has Brown Honey Rum in it. How can you go wrong with Brown Honey rum?
Even if you can't drink because you are currently in the two week wait, you could certainly sit down at the bar for an imaginary version. The price is right--simply tell your story in exchange for an invisible drink that tastes like a melted cherry lollipop.
(Clears throat) Could everyone please raise their glass? Mr. Badger would like to toast his wife:
"To my dearest wife: Your absolute bravery in the face of this seemingly endless battle never ceases to amaze me. I have no doubt whatsoever that our marriage has been strengthened by this trial and that our children will be all the more special to us because of the great lengths that we went though to bring them into this world. So here's to hope: hope for the future, hope for new adventures, and hope for a long and happy life together surrounded by the ones that we love."
Okay, dry your eyes and blow your nose and line up--I'm pouring invisible drinks.
As always, it has been about a month since we met, bitched, cried, comforted, and caught up each other on our cycles and lives. Pull up a seat and I'll pour you a drink. Let everyone know what is happening in your life. The good, the bad, the ugly. The knitting project you started to distract yourself from your upcoming beta, the fight you had with your mother-in-law, or the half hour you spent in the office bathroom crying because your coworker announced her pregnancy. My only request is that if a story catches your eye, you follow it back to the person's blog and start reading their posts. Give some love, give some support, or laugh with someone until your drink comes out of your nose.
I have a ton of assvice in my back pocket and as a virtual bartender, I will give it to you unless you specifically tell me that this is simply a vent and you do not want to receive anything more than a hug.
So if you have been a lurker for a while, sit down and tell us about yourself. Remember to provide a link or a way for people to continue reading your story (or if you don't have a blog--gasp!--you can always leave an email address if you're looking for advice or support. If not, people can leave messages for that person here in the comments section too). If you're a regular at the bar, I'll get out your engraved martini glass while you make yourself comfortable. And anyone new, welcome. I'm glad you found this virtual bar.
For those who have no clue what I'm talking about when I say that the bar is open, click here to catch up and then jump into the conversation.
*It wasn't until I was watching Iron Chef this weekend, after I had already named Mr. Badger, that I learned that a cocktailatrix is formally called a mixologist. But that just sounds stupid, so cocktailatrix it is. Master of the Cocktail.
If you are not too drunk, one of our usual bar regulars needs some support:
Steinbockfrau received terrible news this week. She was participating in a shared egg program for IVF--not only to help another woman but to make IVF possible for herself--and in the stimming portion of the cycle when her cycle was abruptly canceled due to a positive Hep C test. The test is most likely a false positive since it has never come back positive before and she is in a low-risk group. But this has obviously affected her recipient who was doing this cycle with her. After much string pulling, she has been allowed to continue stims until her subsequent test results come back in case she can continue the cycle. She will know the results and the fate of this cycle tomorrow (Wednesday). Please go over and give her your support. She has removed the password-protection from her blog. Leave her a drink and a virtual hug.