SeaSalt Ocean Grill: Open for Fictitious Business Sunday

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SeaSalt Cocktail Menu

Fictitious restaurant gets name, city, and cocktail menu.

Five days, people, and this boat will be on the water.

SeaSalt Ocean Grill

Empire, Washington

Cocktails

SeaSalt Maria

Sauza Hornitos Tequila with

Chili-Lime-Cilantro Bloody Mix.

 Served up in a SeaSalted glass.

Chili Martini

Yazi Ginger Vodka with

Stoli Pertsovka a dash of Sweet Vermouth.

Served up with peppers.

King Kong

Booker's bourbon with orange bitters,

DuBonnet Rogue and Grand Marnier.

Served up with an orange twist.

Fizz-Mang

Malibu Mango and 3 Olives Mango

with muddled orange and bubbly.

Served on the rocks, tall.

Glow-In-The-Dark Marg

Don Julio Blanco with Midori,

Muddled lime and Cointreau.

On the rocks in a tall SeaSalted glass.

She's Trouble

Finlandia Grapefruit with X-Rated,

muddled grapefruit and lime.

Served on the rocks, tall.

Kitten Belly

Knob Creek bourbon with

Peach Schnapps, muddled orange,

and a splash of ginger ale, served up.

Bruiser

Stoli Bluberi with Cointreau,

Rose's and muddled lime,

served up with frozen blueberries.

Crocodile Smile

Sailor Jerry with DiSaronno,

muddled lime, Coco Lopez, pineapple.

Served on the rocks, tall.

Chocolate Mojito

White Crème de Cacao with

Bacardi Coco, lime, and mint.

Served up in a chocolate-laced glass.

Valentine

Godiva White Chocolate with Stoli

Strasberi, house strawberry puree

and shaved white chocolate.

Irish Nut

Bailey's and Bushmill's

with Frangelico and cream.

Shaken and served up.

Hot Buttered Grog

Sailor Jerry with Christian Brothers

and house Buttered-Rum Batter

in a mug with a cinnamon stick.

Fireside

DiSaronno and Firefly Sweet Tea

in a mug of chamomile

with a lemon twist.

All drinks are nine dollars.

6.9 Days to Go

Oh, I'm within range.  The draft is 99% done.  Not much left but the polishing.  I feel little of the excitement and all of the dread.


Right before Apocalypse Zoo was done, I was thrilled, dancing, shadow boxing.  Getting it done was a massive milestone.


As I neared the finish for Road from Nowhere, I felt a bit empty and quite nervous.  This should be a big follow-up to the original.  Will it stand up?


Now I'm eyeing the finish line for Inside the Skull.  This has to be a success, right?  I'm writing prose.  It's pop-culture.  Bar-fiction.  It's dirty.  I'm not attempting literature here.  This should be huge.


Well it is what it will be.  Put it in your pipe and smoke it.  47 page rough draft.  Polished and done in 6.9 days.

Inside the Skull of David Priest

Figment.com Contest

Well, I didn't win it.  Didn't even get in the finals.  And I realized I forgot to post my entry here for you to read.


I thought it was good, but there are a ton of good writers at Figment.com.


Figment is an interesting digital community for writers and readers.  My friend Kim Culbertson invited me to participate in a flash fiction contest there.  They do lots of contests and other fun stuff.  A great place to share writing.


Follow me at Figment.com


Asked to write about somebody's deepest fear, I entered the following piece:

Terror

Two dudes walk down stairs, around the bend, bounce

Into a pair of ladies. Eyelashes.

Green eyes and blue. Brunette and blonde. Done up.

Bright smiling teeth, earrings twinkle like ice,

Flowers and gems in their hair, showing throat

And neck, dresses fit right, curving from top

To bottom. They whisper and climb the stairs.

High-heels. Calves. Tassels on skirts, hips swishing.

“Come down off the ceiling,” Will says to Chance,

Slugs his shoulder. “You sprang like a kitten.”

“Those things scare me to death,” Chance says. “Spooky.”

Will gets more beer. “Those things? Explain yourself.”

Chance sips. “What if they don't like me? Say no.

I talk to the next girls. They don't like me.”

Will throws up his hands. “Who cares? Their problem.”

“But wait...” Chance holds up one finger. “What if

It works?” He takes a deep swig. “She likes me,

Wants to have my kids, a house. My whole life:

Me and her?” He looks around at sculptures,

Paintings, dresses and suits. “That's scary stuff.”

The chandelier hangs with glass slippers, lit

With neon tubes. Will shrugs. “I don't think 'scared'

Is the right word.” Chance lifts his eyebrows. “Oh?

Increased heart rate. Sweaty palms. Trembling hands.

Adrenalin. You start hunting for doors.”

He leans against the wall. Looks left and right.

“You're creeping through the jungle. A tigress

Leaps out and stares you down. How do you feel?”

He kills his beer. Hands in pockets, he drifts

Past tasteful male nudes and cryptic abstracts.

They re-climb the stairs, stroll the mezzanine

Over a sea of slick-haired gents in silk,

Ladies with pearls, curls, and plunging necklines,

Pairs towing each other from art to art.

A canvas covered in bright red lip-prints

To form a field of flowers. A collage

Of scavenged kitchenware, pot-shards, hot-glue.

“You know, I didn't meet Jane being scared,”

Will reminds Chance, who laughs. “You got lucky,

Captain Braveheart. Pulled her name from a hat.”

Will shrugs. “So I scored a hot lab partner.

Had the nuts to ask her out.” Chance nods: “True.”

They stop. The brunette and blond have found friends,

Chat and giggle in a ring. One's pregnant.

They rub the bump, coo, and pass ultrasounds.

“Feel that kick?” Chance makes eye-contact, blushes.

“Going for more drinks,” Will says. “Good luck, bro.”

Chance takes his hands from his pockets, freezes

Between the group of girls and the back door:

“Emergency Exit. Alarm Will Sound.”

What more needs to be said? March 3rd.

David Priest: Finished First Weekend of March

33 pages of David Priest.  I will reach my goal of getting it all done by the end of February, but no doubt will still want to polish, so let's call it the first Sunday of March.  Until then, read this and think about photos for the cover.

Feedback desired.

Warning: Adult Content.

Inside the Skull of David Priest