today i went to an earlier yoga class than i normally do so that i could meet my friends out for a drink later to celebrate the end of classes this semester. as an avid yogini who practices almost daily, i am used to the instructor invariably inviting us to “let something go” as we are exhaling in an uncomfortable pose. usually, those words go in through one ear & out through the other. but today, as i exhaled forcefully in warrior II, i let classes go. it felt pretty good.
later, i met my friends at restaurant muramoto because the ever-charming mylee, a lovely friend of mine, knew the bartender. his name was zach & he was very nice. he made me the shiso mango cocktail, which was very good & that means a lot coming from me. i don’t like a lot of bells & whistles when it comes to my drinks. i normally hate getting special drinks because they are always too sweet.
mango has a special place in my heart, though. when i was a kid, my dad would always make me mango ice cream. in fact, when i first switched to a public school in sixth grade, i asked him to make me a batch to bring to science class. i then used it as leverage to get friends.
enough of that sad little story, more about the drink. this drink consists of vodka, campari, shiso & mango juice. although zach explained the mechanics to me, i forgot the exact proportions. it’s probably better that way. there are reasons i prefer cooking over mixology (thanks for the link, katie).
after leisurely polishing off that wonderful concoction over good conversation, i said goodbye to my friends & headed back to my apartment. my minion needed me to walk her & i needed her to snuggle with me. love’s a two-way street, after all.