- What is it about elephants? I get this.
- I’m so jealous of this trip. Right up until they die of dysentery, I mean.
- And here’s an idea so clever and seemingly obvious that I can’t believe it doesn’t already exist.
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Do you like to dance? Oh man, Jamaica is so into you.
Of course, it’s also cool if you want to nap on the beach with a rum drink next to you. (What’s in your cup stays in your cup.) Here’s my Go Travel list of ten things to do in Jamaica.
Summer is coming for you, and the Strawberry Fizzy is waiting there, poolside. With a New Yorker magazine and the good tortilla chips.
3 mint leaves
Shot of vodka
Juice of 1/2 Lemon
Muddle mint and strawberries in your glass, add ice, vodka, the lemon juice, and top it off with Gingerale. Then start making the next one, because someone’s gonna take yours.
Here’s to smelling like coconut, floating on your back until your foot bumps the pool ledge, and spitting cherry seeds into the grass. What are you toasting this week?
I’m making 100 cocktails as part of my Life List. This is number seventeen. Here are the rest:
1. Shots in ‘Cots 2. Avocado Bourbon Shake 3. The Vacation 4. Sassy Lassi 5. Cherry Bing 6. The ABC 7. Toddy Shots 8. Cafe Picante 9. Gin and Juice (Box) 10. The Neighbor 11. Halloween Spiked Cider 12. Bloodthirsty Mulled Wine 13. Killer Bloody Mary 14. Bourbon Pumpkin Shake 15. Tangelo Cooler 16. Watermelon Chill
A few weeks ago, I tagged along on Mai’s trip to Seattle and helped her stop bearded men in the street (and in coffee shops, and in record stores) to take their photos.
Right now, she’s in Brooklyn looking for boys with facial hair. Weirdly, Mai does not have a beard thing? She just finds this amusing. But if you have a beard thing? Jackpot.
Last weekend we were invited to Matt’s birthday. We met in the park to BBQ and kill oysters together. It was magical.
A couple of Matt’s friends woke up at the crack of ungodly, drove to the Tomales Bay Oyster Company and brought home a cooler of fresh oysters. If you live nearby, you should do this. It’s $40 for a bag of 50 oysters, and if you bring them into the city, you can have margaritas without worrying about how you’ll get back from Tomales Bay. Genius.
I’d never shucked an oyster before, but some friends at the party showed me how, and it’s surprisingly easy.
You hold the oyster in a towel or with a glove, then wedge a knife in any chink you find, preferably near the shell’s joint, but whatever. Then you wiggle the knife back and forth until you see a bit of water seeping out from the shell.
Once you do, push the knife in and pry upward to pop the shell open halfway. Then use your knife to disengage the oyster from its attachment to the shell. Sorry oyster.
We ate all the oysters and Jasper got into the tequila.
New goal for summer: Spend most of my time in the company of shellfish.
Oh, and this guy.