Day 12 explores video games & cocktails. Dig it. Responsibly.
Still Life in a Simulated Reality by D.H. Currier
The idea that “life is a game” is old
Holden Caulfield’s teacher told it to him
just as Elon Musk told it to me
although perhaps they meant different things
but while we’re on the subject
imagine it like Super Mario Bros. 2
choose your own protagonist
is that not what we all want?
This idea is comforting
because the narrative is a cumulative one
yet every victory is meaningful
while each loss is redeemable
via starting over.
Sometimes there are glitches, though
another world away
they saw a floating city
where do buildings go
when they die?
Anyway, games are not the same as jokes
in games there are winners and losers
with jokes there are only losers
but this game is sometimes serious
stakes high, rewards low
and if it is indeed a game
then some can take comfort
there was a Creator all along.
On Cocktails #1: Long Island Iced Tea by whitney lamora currier
The modern Long Island Ice Tea’s long lost cousin, the Old Man Bishop was introduced during prohibition in the 1920s. The 1970s saw a new stake on the origin of the Long Island as a means to match with the newly introduced mixer Triple Sec. You traditionally make the Long Island as follows:
- 1/2 oz Tequila
½ oz Gin
½ oz Vodka
½ oz Rum
1 oz Lemon Juice
½ oz Triple Sec
1 oz Simple Syrup
Splash of Coke
Add all into a highball glass filled with ice. Stir. Garnish with lemon spiral.
My time with Long Island Iced Teas mostly started and ended in college. I don’t remember the first time I had one- but I regularly bought the TGI Friday’s Long Island Iced Tea mix at the grocery store before house parties. I hadn’t quite gotten a taste for beer and wine wasn’t an option for hours of drinking in a questionable house within a party that was likely themed. Also it required no set up, no effort. Cup, ice, TGI Friday’s Long Island Iced Tea Mix, complete. It became my drink and was only perpetuated as such when I got a job at Logan’s Roadhouse who served Roadhouse Teas- seven varieties on the classic drink. Old Man Bishop would be embarrassed at the volume of fruit flavoring added to these pitchered cocktails, but that’s neither here nor there.
I went to New Orleans the summer between my junior and senior year of college with my boyfriend to visit the greatness known as Perrey Lee. I’ll never forgot her taking us one night to a ratty barn of a building on a street away from the bustling tourism of Bourbon and urged us to go inside. It was called Snake and Jake’s and it still operates today. Known as the Christmas Club Lounge the inside is bright red- lit up, well, like Christmas. Sunken couches sat occupied so we posted up at the bar. I’m twenty-one years old and the last guy I dated was straight-edge and emotionally abused me into never drinking myself, so I don’t know what to order other than a Long Island. So I do. The bartender laughs. She claims she’s “terrible” at making them. Says they’re undrinkable. Says if I actually drink it all I’d get it for free. I accept, still not knowing what else to order. It was terrible. And I got it for free.
That boy who went with me to New Orleans would break my heart around a year later and during that time when the hurt still raged so fresh I made the terrible decision of seeing him play music at a bar in downtown Cape Girardeau. My roommate at the time had also recently broken up with her boyfriend, his roommate on top of it all, so we decided to go and be in pain together. And drink. We both got Long Islands at the bar. I thought I was keeping it so cool until the third one finished and I thought it’d be a good time to fight my case to get back together. Eventually I was asked to leave the bar, so I did. Later I’d scream down the street after his best friend, declaring myself utterly alone. It’s one of my most embarrassing memories to date.
These days I know much more about what to order when I slide up to the bar. Sure, sometimes I google ingredients so I make sure that a cocktail isn’t about to be presented to me with charred bacon goat bits - but otherwise I learned to cut out the vodka, the rum, the tequila, the triple sec and stick with my one true love: gin.
The last time I had a Long Island Iced Tea was at The Burlington when I arrived late to a show- sober and behind on the night after performing myself that evening. No longer being able to keep down shots I ordered my old friend at the bar to catch up. Before making it the bartender said, “It’s gonna be like… $10.”