I’m learning the ancient and eldritch art of mixology right now. It’s a fun thing to learn. There’s a ton to keep track of. There are probably a few hundred beverages to learn, and we go in units, so some I’ve know for several days now, and some are newer and harder. I feel like I’m forging some serious new synaptic patterns, because it’s an entirely new type of learning for me.

They suggested we make recipe (read: flash) cards of all the drinks they teach us, and I was going to ignore that because I like to think of myself as a pretty intelligent chap, but I now seem to be falling behind some of the other people in the class. Which is weird because a lot of them have a tough time with basic fractions, it would seem (all the measures are in counts, a count is about a quarter of an ounce, meaning a four-count is one ounce–there’s been a lot of unintentional fraction-comedy coming from these kids).

Anyways, it’s a totally sweet new knowledge set I’m gaining. All the stuff behind bars is becoming markedly less mysterious to me, and even though I’d never order 90% of the drinks I’m learning to make, knowing what’s in a Fuzzy Navel or a Singapore Sling is a satisfying conceit. As of tomorrow I’ll be half way toward being a licensed mixologist, and then I CAN TAKE OVER THE WORLD.