A True Story and an Inspired Haiku

Before you read this haiku, you need to understand something. You need to know the story of Amy Phillips and me. Below  is a picture of the two of us when she came to visit me in Philly last summer. You can read our story after the break.

Super-Important

THIS UPDATE IS CRITICAL.

I finally thought of a name for the cocktail I mentioned in the last post. I'm calling it the "Early Morning." Good times. The previous post will be edited to reflect my recently slain indecision.

In other, more writing-relevant news, Twins Part 2 is progressing... slowly. I can't seem to work out how it ends. Would-be editors, please contact me. I need some help on this one, I think.

Peace or whatever,
Brendan

Half-Drunk on a Wednesday: Winning

Hola, Deviants. After what I can only describe as an eventful day, I find myself awake at an ungodly hour, writing (surprisingly enough) the second part of the tepidly-received "Twins" story that I posted some four months ago. Suffice it to say that I have no intention of publishing this story as it stands, in the roughest of rough drafts, but I have something that may keep you mildly entertained in the meanwhile. I'm drinking a cocktail I can only describe as a grown-up gin and juice, the sort of thing that Snoop Dogg would drink if he were James Bond. I'm still working on a proper name for it.

EDIT: Adjusted the ratio slightly. There was too much lime. I like it better this way!
RE-EDIT: It has a name! It's the "Early Morning" until I think of a better name/one is suggested to me.

The Early Morning:

Three parts gin
One part lime juice
Four parts orange juice
One splash triple sec
Seltzer
Maraschino cherries (as a garnish)

Combine the gin, juices and triple sec over ice and stir well. Strain into a highball glass and top with seltzer. Garnish with one to three cherries (they'll drop to the bottom but give it a sort of tequila sunrise look). Enjoy!