AlcoHOLidays | Election Day | Political Party


Back when I was first in college (in the dim mists of the late 20th century), I was incredibly political and planning to become an event planner. I even went as far, for a Intro to Business project, as creating a business plan based on my company-to-be, aptly named Party Politics. I’ve volunteered on campaigns, participated in straw polls, attended election parties, and become thoroughly disillusioned with the entire process.

And that’s about all I’m going to say on the subject of politics as I blog about cocktails to be convivial, not combative.

Election Day, the Tuesday after the first Monday of November (so somewhere between the 2nd and the 8th), was chosen for its “sweet spot” location of just after harvest but just before the bad weather. And while some states consider it a civic holiday, most folks have to squeeze in their voting before or after work (unless they use the increasingly available early voting options). I remember one Election Day in particular, again in college, where our economics professor was so disgusted that only a few of us had voted (it was only 9 am, by the way) that he cancelled class so people could go vote.

Didn’t matter than many of us didn’t have cars and taking the bus wasn’t practical when you had a 10 am class to be back for, but whatever.

This was also the same professor that held up class for a tirade on Valentine’s Day, so take that for what you will.

At any rate, when I decided to create a drink based on politics and elections, I had to think of what spirits would best reflect the process.

Political Party

1 1/2 oz Vodka
3/4 oz Kahlua
1/2 oz Goldschlager
1/4 oz Galliano

Combine all ingredients over ice in a mixing glass and stir until well-chilled. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass and garnish patriotically (I  used a skewer of star fruit, blueberries, and raspberries).

With a bit of reflection I settled on vodka for the clean-as-a-whistle background you want to have as a candidate, Kahlua for the numerous cups of coffee those all-night strategy sessions can take, Goldschlager for the money that powers the campaigns, and Galliano for the bitterness of losing. After all, elections are the one area where they’ve yet to play the “everybody wins/there are no losers” card.

While this cocktail retains a certain sweetness (gotta lure you in somehow), it may not appeal to every palate. That’s okay… partisan politics isn’t to everyone’s taste.

I’m Sorry, You Have the Wrong Number

Everyday Adventures

I think I got more phone calls today, alone, than I have in the previous month. Total. True, my cell phone is my only phone (no land line by choice) but I use it mainly for texting. It’s so much simpler that way.

Of all the calls I got only 1 was actually for me, it was a reminder of my follow-up appointment with the gastro on Monday. The others were just absolutely wrong numbers (though one, I swear, thought they were calling Pat Buchanan… dude…). The final call of the day came just before 9pm and was from the (out of town? 803 area code?) Obama Campaign office asking if I needed a ride to the polls.

How many times do I have to tell the Universe that I am NOT interested in politics and that I choose NOT to vote in the upcoming elections and have done for quite some time. Howl all you want, those who thing I’m wrong or stupid or whatever but I was, once, very politically active and very opinionated on the subject. After a while I became not so much disillusioned but more disgusted by the whole process. Nonetheless, I also ascribe to the mantra that if you don’t participate you don’t get to complain, so I just stay out of it completely. I may decide to become politically active again, who knows? But the one way to insure I don’t is to pester me, at night, on my cell phone with unwelcome offers of “assistance”.

I still don’t know if they were working from a phone bank a la every other telemarketer in the world or if some “friend” had given them my number. If it was the latter, though, and I find out who did it… not happy with you will be a gross understatement.