The ‘Mike Anderson’ vs Blood in My Urine
The other day my brothers were over and we decided to make a little fruit cocktail. None of us are big drinkers, but all of us like to occasionally enjoy a tasty sip or two. My idea was to add a little bit of cranberry and orange juice to vodka over ice. Now I realize I’m not the first person to ever come up with this, but because of the order I added the ingredients (cranberry last) I had the distinct impression that the drink looked like blood in urine. I’ve never suffered from the ailment myself, but one can imagine.
It all reminded me and Andrew of our child hood friend Mike Anderson. We loved to play street hockey in front of our houses on good ol’ Beatty Cres. One night, I nailed goalie Mike with a slapshot (using a frozen tennis ball no less) right in the cajones. He ran inside. Minutes later he came back out with a triumphant – although pained – look on his face: “guys, I peed blood!”
Now I’m left with a dilemma. Do I call the new cocktail ‘Blood in My Urine’ or the ‘Mike Anderson’. It’s not as gross as the ‘dead chicken fetus in a bucket’ (drop of Baileys in vermouth served in martini glass) or as classy as a Tom Collins, but I think if you have a few you’ll agree its a tasty treat.
This weekend I was in Kananaskis with some friends, and I ordered a round of the drinks for 6 friends. They all loved it. I just wish it had a name. Drop me a line if you have any suggestions. And Mike, if you read this and your ears are burning, we drank to your health.
without question i give a big vote for blood in my urine.
i can see your dilemma…being of the type to honor those who have gone before us, im going to suggest the mike anderson. either that or ‘he shoots he scores’