Last night I had every intention of inundating your news feeds, emails, and subscription updates with at least half a dozen entries on Cocktails With Hemingway. It will probably be Friday before I get the chance to do so– but at least I have a good excuse. My beautiful, brilliant little sister met me at an undisclosed location for a midnight study session on the eve of her last final for Brit Lit. All I did was brew a pot of coffee and proofread her already fantastic paper, yet I’m always grateful for the opportunity to engage in some academia. Ashley is officially a junior at the University of Memphis now– I am so incredibly proud of her– and the dedication, responsibility, and hard work she consistently delivers never ceases to amaze me.
[[ SIDENOTE: Yesterday I told a certain person in my life that I’d be blogging about them. The only entry published involved Miss Cleo-ish predictions– and that definitely was not the material to which I was referring. Embarrassing myself around this feller takes a little more than that but I just wanted to clarify in the event that he is reading. ]]
In other news yesterday, Liam Gallagher had an unfortunate incident with a blue M&M. When I heard of this candy coated mishap– truth be told– I wondered if his afflictions stemmed from a literal piece of candy or some variation of MDMA. The brothers Gallagher should be invincible. My Oasis obsession: going strong for two decades now!
Here’s a whimsical Oasis song guaranteed to put a smile on your face. What exactly is a champagne supernova, anyways? I have a healthy appreciation for bubbly– and I’m a relatively literate space nerd– but I’ve yet to figure out the meaning behind this one.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,