So this coming Tuesday is the 100-year anniversary of The Big One, the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. This coming Tuesday is also the 34th anniversary of me, at which point I can no longer finesse being in my early 30s, and for which I will not be in SF. Which is making me very very sad. My personal theory is that I died in that quake and thus am freakishly obsessed with it. Like I decorate my home with pics of it.
So as I conceptually pull this drink out of my ass… I’m thinking disaster, crumbling things, despair. Nah? Okay then. Fire, in the Shiva way: destruction and birth and the whole Phoenix-from-the-ashes thing1. Also gold. Soot. Mint. 2 And it must be strong, very very strong.
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The 7.8
— 2.5 shots vodka
Prepare glass: Shake it: Finish: 1 A pretty apt metaphor for present-day post-crash SF. |





