My whole family is coming over today and I have not cleaned the bathrooms or vacuumed yet. Additionally, my writing partner and I just released a book today and I am supposed to do more marketing for that. (PLUG PLUG, guys: Just go get the book, ok? It’s free (until August 5th). You’ll like it. It’s about selling and marketing your book. We are funny and brilliant. And we swear a lot and make jokes about yer mom and snot and poopslime. For real.)
SO… I decided it was time for a drink. I can clean the bathrooms later, right? Those Power Point slides can wait, right? I don’t actually have to work on my August editorial calendar until, you know, August 15th or so, right? Fuck it all. Pass the gin.
Also, turns out I had a damn good approximation of the ingredients.
What’s not to love about this? It’s so close to my beloved Tom Collins, really, that it’s destined for wild success.
Also, it’s drop-dead easy. Even I can mix 1 ounce of limoncello, 1 ounce of gin, and 4 ounces of club soda (fine, tonic water– you use what you got). I didn’t even get my newly-cleaned kitchen dirty.
And, guys, it’s pretty damn delicious. Think Tom Collins except girlier. Tomika Collins maybe. Only change I’d make would be to add more gin, but that’s because I’m a big damn lush.
And, in case I didn’t pimp my book hard enough at the top, here’s another one. Buy this bitch. It rules.