Comments for Impressions of a Shop Boy

Comment on A Quick Pick-Me-Up by Flashmob

Flashmob — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 15:58:21 +0000

Great read, Ill come back

Comment on A Monkey’s Uncle by charlesprice

charlesprice — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:34:59 +0000

Of course, the elephants would need to be pink.

Comment on A Monkey’s Uncle by charlesprice

charlesprice — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:33:45 +0000

What’s wrong with cocktail elephants hanging by their properly curved trunks? Could be a signal from the bartender that your Green Light has just turned red.

Comment on A Monkey’s Uncle by charlesprice

charlesprice — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:29:25 +0000

You, Shop Boy, should know all about monkeying around with cocktails. Now they’ll raise the price of Green Lights. See what your greediness has done.

Comment on The Old School Try by smitty

smitty — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:02:34 +0000

Like you, I live in fear that I’ll ruin my wordpress blog one day. I made a mistake on a “featured content” widget recently and the whole thing went black.

Comment on No Blood, No Foul by Brent Done

Brent Done — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:11:40 +0000

Thanks again Steve for you and Mary spending a couple of weekend hours showing me your shop. You all have inspired me to get crackn’!

Brent

BTW…Now I get the “lifting” part…do love the high ceilings but that is one heck of a pallet of paper…..

Comment on Colonial Days and Nights by T

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 03:33:10 +0000

Oh Shopboy, is it wrong to fall in love with your friend’s sister’s husband? You had me at, “And you know what you want when she wants you to know what you want … or she moves on….”

Comment on Making a Long Story Long by Shop Boy

Shop Boy — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 19:22:02 +0000

Hi, Charles.

Thanks for reading!

The No. 3 can do anything it sets its mind to.

As for the Green Light, it’s simple but deadly:

Equal parts Bombay Sapphire, Cointreau and freshly squeezed lime juice

The story: Mary’s book club was reading Malcolm Gladwell’s “The Tipping Point” and decided that it would be fun to “tip” something in the Baltimore market. Mary and Shop Boy were, ahem, experimenting and had come up with a very worthy cocktail, a bastardized version of an old drink called The White Lady (with lemon juice).

We decided to try to tip it. But we needed a backstory, and a name. The Green Lady didn’t quite work. But what about The Green Light? Yeah, yeah. So there’s this frustrated screenwriter out in Hollywood who finally gets a project “green-lighted” and asks his favorite barkeep to invent a drink to mark the occasion.

We’d go to bars and begin ordering it, explaining to the stumped bartender how it is made. Then we’d have our friends go in and order it from time to time, and see if it caught on.

Bingo. Soon, we were walking into the Brass Elephant (R.I.P., sniff!) to see a line of strangers sipping Green Lights. And it only expanded when someone someone knew got a little item about it placed in an in-flight magazine on flights to Baltimore.

I could use one about now.

Comment on Bel Air Witch Project by pimashburn

pimashburn — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 15:02:43 +0000

I laughed out loud…this is your best narrative to date. And that really means something, because you spin an excellent yarn. I hope this means you’re getting a little extra sleep??? (Having people around to feed you ain’t so bad either.)

xxoo,

Buffy

Comment on 1,000 Points of Light by Buffy

Buffy — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 07:39:06 +0000

That is truly a BRILLIANT title for the post. Love it…gives me a warm glow.