We started observing the 25 Days of Drinkmas in 2020, a year that called for a booze advent calendar if ever a year called for a booze advent calendar.
We repeated the event in 2021, another year that absolutely warranted nightly cocktails for 3+ weeks straight, but it was cut short by some unexpected holiday travel.
And here we are in 2022. I’m trying to keep this light and fun, but this season started challenging me at about 10:00 a.m. on December 1st and shows no signs of letting up. But at least there will be fancy cocktails.
This was my 12th time observing National Bundt Cake Day by creating an original recipe cake. I woke up in the wee small hours of the morning of November 11 realizing I had no idea what I was going to bake, and almost immediately thereafter knowing this was the cake.
Quit job, sold house, drove
Looking for America
Finding mostly bars
-Jerry Seeger
The above haiku was written shortly after Gabby Reece’s Mom’s Harp went into a storage pod in San Diego in 2004, where it languished as the author did exactly what he described in that 17-syllable masterpiece, before he moved to Prague and left Gabby Reece’s Mom’s Harp even further in his rearview.
When we completed our 25 Days of Drinkmas in 2020, we had every intention of doing it again in 2021. What we didn’t realize was that it would still be categorized as an Adventure in Lockdown.
Amazon recently announced they will now be paying tuition for all hourly U.S. employees. People are talking about what a wonderful thing this is. And I get it. After the year we’ve had, a big wonderful thing would be big and wonderful. But here I am in Kassandra Korner hoping I’m not the only one who sees this for the unmitigated bullshittery it is.
CW: Suicide
Back in July, I participated in a fitness-based fundraiser for a local women’s shelter. (Thank you again to everyone who made that the success it was, you are awesome.) Toward the end of that event, I saw a post about a similar fundraiser coming up for another organization I support.
If I’m going to be working out anyway, other people can benefit from it as much as I do.
You don’t know me, and chances are slim anyone working at Instagram will actually read this. But I’ll write it anyway, on the off chance that someone does read it, and that someone might actually be willing to help someone else avoid what I had to deal with.
