Posted by Gabbi "El Pulpo Negro" | Filed under Mexico
To mis-quote Ron Burgundy, “ I love Gin. Ginny, Gin, Gin. Here it goes down, down into my belly…” . I love Gin. I am drinking it as I poorly type these honest words to screen, and it will get me through the night. I totally get why there were Gin Joints back in the 1920’s. On January 16th, 1920 the 18th Amendment was passed, prohibiting alcohol in the United States of America. The Prohibition. No drinking. No FUN. A very dark time for my people. Funny enough, my people still wanted to drink. Locked doors were the welcome signs of popular saloons, taverns and clubs everywhere a drinker went to feed the need. Prez Hoover called prohibition “a great social and economic experiment, noble in motive.” Still, never before in the old U.S. of A. had law been so blatantly violated and birthed so many bad people. Instead of putting an end to the use, sales and production of alcohol, it served as a fire-start, kick-starting need, supply and demand. The common man wanted even more of the “devil’s candy”. The fact that you couldn’t drink it in public became the reason and the birthright of the “Speak-easy” - a hideaway for all drinkers, drunks, and would be general nee’r do wells. A “Gin Joint” was the heroin den of the 20’s. Since it was so secret and easy to walk between buildings in New York city and get a glass of alcohol, often Gin, society became more inundated with alcoholics, and places to hide and drink became more prevalent.
I digress! History, bah! What I was talking about is Gin and a place to drink it. 1 Gin Martini will really get you going, feeling good, and glad about where you stand. 2 Gin Martinis will make your night. 3 Gin Martinis will make your night even better, but may ruin someone else night. To mis-quote the Transplants, “you better hope you miss me if you see me drinking Ginny” . Anyhoo….I love Gin, and what this entire rant is about is Gin…and my place to drink it. My speak-easy. I was thinking lately that there is only one place in my life where I can drink-easy, speak-easy, and not-surprisingly, where everybody knows my name. It’s my awesome home. Where all the other drunks are super awesome and old-timers, the bottles are of my choosing, and life is good. My Speak-easy. Cheers.
I drink Gibson’s (when on a budget), and the bottle looks just like this awesome Gordon’s bottle in this too-cool vintage ad I love, but cost $5 a bottle at Wal-mart Mexico.Whatever gets you through the night I always say… (+ day, morning, breakfast, dinner, etc…) - Speak-easy my drunk friends!
July 29th, 2010 at 10:04 pm
i need a gin and tonic buddy, will you be mine!?!