Tequila Shoes

So back to the basics, what I am drinking on a Wednesday night. I felt, however, that yesterday gave too much of a tip-off as to what was in my glass so I thought I would just move forward with it. If I said, Oh this bottle of wine is lovely etcetera etcetera you all would call me a liar because I told you yesterday I was drinking tequila with the BF. Of course, I could have wine before the tequila, but then again, its Wednesday.

So here I am, not lying, albeit not yet drinking tequila either (still plenty of time in the day for coffee). I’m reliving yesterday’s post a bit and daydreaming about how many articles of clothing I can fringe, while simultaneous recognizing that if its going to be a Margarita or a Mezcal evening, I better get me some sturdy shoes. Or these. I can rely on the boyfriend to wear flats.

Image Courtesy of jakandjil.com

I’ve learned more about tequila in the last few years. Some has been peer-pressured into my stomach by a friend of mine who can drink it like water and yet never seems to have any annunciation issues. Other times, it has come in a punch bowl. Once it even came in the form of my favorite drink, an Old Fashioned, at The Stanton Social in New York. More than once it has come in the way of Mezcal flights with tomato juice. Which I suppose isn’t technically tequila, but it’s awfully close.

I’ve also learned that tequila does not inevitably become a hurricane of a hangover, rather, if done correctly, it’s actually quite the cooperative spirit. I’m particularly partial to Corzo although the partiality is partially due to the fact that I find the bottle to be the most beautiful.

What is your favorite? Favorite Tequila creation? Favorite tequila memory that you can’t remember?


Wednesday Night Date Night

It’s been a long week. It’s Tuesday already, and holy Moses. I live in a new house, with a new roommate, very little in the way of closet space. It’s amazing how unaccomodating a person can be when you try to take over their entire closet. Are you sure you need clothes? If I had a dollar for every time I heard “How many shoes do you have?” I’d have two new pairs of shoes.

I’m kidding of course, the man took me in and gave me 3/4 of his closet, and for that I decided to take him out to dinner tomorrow night. We are going out to the South End in Boston for Mexican food tequila, and in my opinion that is the perfect reason to bring Little Phillip out for his first night on the town.

As always, inspiration for my outfit comes from Taylor Tomasi Hill who is perhaps one of the most brilliantly dressed women on the planet.

Now I can’t see into the future, especially because East Coast weather has been particularly fickle as of late, so I’ll update with actual results later. But as a general rule, the mid-week date is a little bit hard to dress for. On the one hand, you may be coming straight from work, which means you have little leeway unless you have a fashion-forward boss. On the other hand, you may be using the mid-week date to spice things up a bit, which means you need fringe on your shoes…or somewhere.

Yes I have already used this picture, but I sort of walked right into it and so I had to repost. I’m particularly fond of the instagramming effects I chose in this one (I’m daughterelle…follow me and see my pictures before they happen here). This fringe skirt from Zara is amazing, and I love it in blue too. Plus, it allows you to La Cucaracha with the best of ’em.

Of course, you don’t have to wear fringe on Wednesdays, but why the heck not? Dates love it, trust me.

New York Means Tequila in English

So I’ve just returned from a short visit to New York City to see my best friend. See below.

We spent an evening at the ballet and a day at the art museum, and so it seems only appropriate that we spent the rest of the time eating and drinking. She had a list of “Best Cocktails in New York City” compiled by a bartender-friend and so we set off to discover our favorites.

What did we learn? If you are king-and-queen of the ballet exiting a bar you deserve at least four “woos”/standing ovations; matching outfits are never embarrassing; grammar jokes are serious business; everything looks better upside down or with a sock in it.

That if it has jalapeno-infused anything, we will order a punch bowl pitcher bucket of it.

Our first stop, Cienfuegos in the East Village. It’s a charming Cuba-Meets-Alice-and-Wonderland themed restaurant, specializing in rum cocktails. The drinks are offered individually, or in a shared vintage punch bowl with a large block of ice in the center and quaint little tea-cups. Naturally, we got the bowl of jalapeno infused rum with honey and cava for the two of us.

Our second adventure took us to Mayahuel, also in the Lower East (hey…we wanted to authentic in our vintage-plaid-button downs). Again, the jalapenos called to us and we ordered a pitcher of the Pilot Punch, which was wonderfully savory and not overly spicy. It complimented the variety of appetizers we ordered well, which included a whitefish ceviche and a cheesy plate of Chilaquiles, but it would have stood well on its own. We, on the other hand, would not (get it? Drank Tequila so I can’t stand up? Sorry Mom). I forgot to take a picture, so please enjoy this one of my new bag and upside-down-nails. And we go full circle.