Glasses are for losers.

It was my cousin's 50th b-day Sunday, Happy B-Day Debbie!!! So they through this HUGE party for her at my sister's apartment complex, the metropolis. And apparently it was the place to be. My mom flew out for it, and my other cousin surprised them all with a visit from Ireland, good times. Anyway you care about this because:

The other day i was on facebook (because i'm obsessed) and i got this message from Deb's son Bry.

You're mother was going toe to toe with me tonight you need to ask Danielle to explain it to you. Hilarious --

Anyway three days later i finally get a hold of my sister (cause we're tight like that) and she's like, OH! and so this is what happened.

When we were little girls we went to visit my aunt Chris is CA, and she used to make us Sherley Temples and tell us stories about her life that we probably shouldn't have been hearing as little girls. So one time at a party she was like, "hey we're out of glasses, you'll have to do them as bar shots. " And D and i look at each other like, 'What's a shot/bar?'. So she's like, "open your mouths wide, and don't close them until i tell you, then swoosh everything around and swallow." (we didn't have to kneel because I was legit 5). So she poors in some ginger-ale followed with some grenadine, and we do as she asks and LOVE IT. And that's basically what we did for the rest of the night.

So at this party my mom and sister are sitting at the bar with Bry (16) and my mom's like, "I think you need to do a shot right now!" and Bry's like, "Only if you do." because my entire family is there and he probably doesn't want to drink in front of his grandparents. So what does my mom do, direct drops to her knees, and is like, "Danielle! grab the champagne!" So now Bry can't be showed up by his 63 yr old great aunt, so Danielle poors, and Bry takes it like a champ (my mom didn't open her mouth wide enough though, and ended up in a champagne shower, 100% class). That being said, i thought, "what an excellent thing to make!"

My dad was re-painting the hallway (wall of shame) because, "The way we run into shit and drop things, I have to paint this every year." And that's true. If i go through a day without dropping/running into to something i just don't know who i am anymore. I'm sure he feels the same. So i was like, "OK, but i need you to take a bar shot for my blog." And he gave me this look like, 'You're fucking serious?' And i told him the story, and he was like, "Just have your mom do it when she gets home." But I'm impatient as a person, so finally i was like, "PPPPLLLLEEEEaaassss DDDDDaaaadddd. They love you on my blog." and he cracked down You're welcome.

Bar Shots!
(We did non-alcoholic 'cause he was afraid of fucking up the molding)


Poor in your mixer (covers the taste):


Add Alcohol/fillers:


That pic is kinda gross.
Swish around:


And Enjoy!