a boy named sue

It’s fitting I should order A Boy Named Sue. From about the age of 6 until about the age of 14 I was often mistaken for a boy. Life wasn’t easy for a girl named Marie.

I was pretty excited about ordering this drink, much like the summer nights I spent with the neighborhood boys playing outside blowing shit up. I was not a typical girl, I have come to terms with this.

This drink is a perfect reflection of me. The foundation of the drink is Woodford Reserve bourbon – dark and dirty in appearance much like me through my youth. It’s dashed with a bit of Johnny Cash tobacco peach bitters – a reminder of that time I tried chewing tobacco to fit in with the boys, only to become reacquainted with my lunch a few moments later. The drink is dressed with sliced nectarines, similar to the fallen fruits we stole from a neighbor’s yard and used as ammo. A touch of lemon, reminiscent of the days we sat at our stand trying to sell lemonade for a hefty 10 cents. (Note: the stand was at the end of a dead end street, not the most intelligent business plan.) You will even find, once gorgeous, now wilted flowers floating throughout various levels of the beverage. A perfect reminder of the special occasions when my mother forced me to wear a dress. Usually the most girly, flowery dress imaginable. Sometimes with ruffles or maybe even extra large polka dots. Don’t think I didn’t hear the snickers or notice the stares; people wondering what a boy was doing in a dress.

Seriously, the best part of this drink is the beef stick. Johnny had these specially crafted for him at Clancey’s meat market and boy was that a smart move, they are amazing. I’m sorry, for now I must let you down. I know you’re eagerly anticipating a story about a “beef stick”. I know you want to hear something twisted and perverted, but the fact of the matter is, I am a lady. Although sometimes rough around the edges, now less so than before, I did read that book of etiquette my mother gifted me soon after I left the nest. I am even happy to report that I do in fact take pleasure in wearing dresses now, although I still avoid polka dots like the plague.

I am certain this drink will appeal to everyone: boys, girls and anything and everything in-between.

Lush Marie

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