Shaken, stirred, sipped from the source -- however you like your period, I'm serving it up in this cycle's LADY MOOD!
What started as ovulation in a Sonoma County vineyard, PMS at a Mendocino County tide pool, and raggin' it up at a roadside rest stop, LADY MOOD's 38th Annual Menstrual Cocktail Week takes a break from death and blood to celebrate the month that marks six years since I've had a drink.
Complete with darkness, my favorite libation, and a simple recipe for a Southwestern twist on a classic Southern cocktail, the latest LADY MOOD proves: I'm just no fun anymore.
"29 days of fertility on the wall,
29 days of fertility.
If one of those days should happen to shrivel up and die inside me,
28 days of fertility on the wall."
My fertility is falling fast! Get your order in at the bar before someone cuts you off. Hold it in your shaky, weak, little hands, like you hold that bitch-ass bottle of IPA.
Yeah. I said it.
*makes eye contact because it's bad luck if you don't*
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.