Happy Hour with Cass

This week was all about choices, my loves.  The choice of whether to sprinkle a little crack on my eggs benedict in order to get through the shit tons of work in front of me, or to just up my intake of caffeine via Kona drip.  The choice to use my Wusthofs for some discreet cutting to deal with all the obtuse people lobbing inane questions at me, or the much healthier option of using those knife skills on a few pounds of onions for a dark and earthy french onion soup.  And this particular week being as tough as it was, the choice to hang myself with my mouse cord looped around my Hermes scarf, or the far superior decision to say “Fuck it!” and kill instead the memory of days before this one with rivers and oceans of champagne.

Dark as this all may sound, it’s a good reminder of one universal truth – a true dirty girl takes a hard look at the lows in her life and kicks the shit out of them with a little ingenuity, a little creativity, and a hell of a lot of sass.  This cocktail is my tribute to that sentiment – there’s not a fucking thing that can rattle your shit when you’re sipping gloriously floral St. Germain blended with champagne and tart blackberries.  So when that terrible-horrible-no good-very bad week hits you upside the head, tell it to fall back, because you, my darling, are the proverbial shit.  Always have been and always will be.