one red speaker

I jetted to Portland, Oregon this weekend to hang out with Scott and Amanda. On the way to their house from the airport, they told me about the angry ex-girlfriend, a new drink that Scott invented:

Right now, I’m on their back porch watching them stain some new patio furniture and enjoying my fourth or fifth angry ex-girlfriend. It’s so refreshing and incredibly easy to assemble: Use a microplane to zest some ginger into a shot of bourbon. Add San Pellegrino Limonata to taste. If you’re feeling fancy, garnish it with a blackberry or cherry. Amanda was feeling extra fancy and garnished it with blackberries that had been soaking in bourbon.

It’s amazing the things that I don’t do simply because it’s been so long since I’d done them last: going for a run, cooking myself dinner, working on my side projects, and of course, writing for my blog. I last wrote for stay in the shallow end nearly two years ago, and I haven’t written much of anything since then. It’s funny how difficult it becomes to bring myself to do something I clearly remember enjoying.

So without further adieu, welcome to one red speaker. I’m not yet sure what you’re going to find here. I’m certain I’ll express opinions on food. You’ll have to tolerate my self-indulgent sharing of photographs. I’ll endlessly write about how living in New York is hastening my eventual demise. And hopefully, at least every now and then, you’ll see something worthwhile.

Why now? You can thank Scott for this tiny swift kick in the ass, which is, apparently, all I needed. Now to remember the one simple rule: Just. Fucking. Write.