Hey, It's this guy! I think his name is Jay, not sure. Anyway, Jay was at Rosemary's Tavern the infamous night I french-kissed a senior citizen and never fails to remind me of it every time I run into him. Big ups! Big ups!
On Wednesday, Sarah took me to some party CosmoGirl Magazine was throwing for Michelle Branch. After fighting our way through the throng surrounding the fancy top-shelf open bar, we did the only sensible thing: doubled up.
So out of the blue on Sunday night, Grant announces that on Monday
morning he's going to start a ten day fast. No food at all; only water
with lemon juice, cayenne pepper and maple syrup. I predicted that
he wouldn't make it more than two days and he got mad and wanted to
bet me $500 on whether or not he'd make it through all 10 days. I politely
declined (as my parent's taught me that stealing from the mentally
handicapped is wrong). Grant was disappointed that I wasn't going to
take him up on the bet, but he still wanted me to document the progress
of his fast. So, here's his first sip of the conncoction - 11:36am.
Let the fast being!
Grant proudly displays his very own drink creation, The SweetTart.
Brett, intially impressed, asked him:
"What's in the SweetTart?" Grant: "A shot of Amaretto mixed with sour mix." Brett:
"Oh. Actually, that's called an Amaretto Sour." Grant (picking up a random bottle and adding a splash): "There! Now it's a SweetTart."