Skinny Pirates

They call me Captain.

CBXB as Captain.

My cocktail of choice (but certainly not the only one to cross these lips of mine) is Captain Morgan and Diet Coke, aka “Skinny Pirate.” I can often be found guzzling SPs on a Friday night at one of my favorite Nashville establishments, Dalt’s Grill (my personal Cheers) and I love the rum so much, most of my friends call me Captain.

My bartender's version of my refill.

My fave bartender’s version of my refill.

Skinny Pirates were named long ago in my family (and ages before the recent besiege of ‘skinny’ cocktails – we could have been millionaires – fuck!), and this spicy spirit has been by my side like a true Captain steering a ship.  I can always count on its comforts, whether I’m coving out in the Lake of the Ozarks, tailgating at a Tennessee Titans game or simply wallowing in my sparkly life.

What I’m trying to convey is my love for this rum.  And before you start sending me contact information on certain meetings, I will remind you that the liver is a self-regenerating organ and I could never abandon my Skinny Pirates after all they’ve done for me.

Captain Morgan lights up my life. Don’t judge.

Buy Me a Drink

While I’m very busy building my blogging empire, I like to drink Skinny Pirates and boxed wine. Wanna contribute to my debauchery? We can have a virtual happy hour together. No. I have no shame.

$5.00

Cheers!

CBXB

CBXB!

 

100 thoughts on “Skinny Pirates

  1. […] wanted to sip on a Skinny Pirate as I was organizing my precious possessions (wine, champagne, liquor, cordials, moonshine) but […]

  2. […] went out. Liquor bottles, a carton of cat litter, shot glasses, serving trays, toothpicks, vases, my beloved Skinny Pirate light, a fan, end tables, bag of cat food, tubs of picture frames, stacks of DVDs and mounds of throw […]

  3. […] to my neighbor’s impending baby), not only do I tend to hydrate my liver over and over with Skinny Pirates, I like to look back at family photos of fun times.  While flipping through albums, I was reminded […]

  4. […] I once tried to pet a raccoon after seeing it in the garbage can after after an evening with Skinny Pirates. I thought it was a […]

  5. […] I promptly turned into a Captain Morgan model with no makeup and a shoddy ponytail, while continuously sipping (gulping – I was on vacation don’t judge!) my Skinny Pirates. […]

  6. […] (and if I lived there, it’d be where you’d find me each and every evening with my Skinny Pirate in […]

  7. […] you’re driving by and want to stop, lay down and take a nap.  Hell, I might even bring out a Skinny Pirate for […]

  8. […] Sunday morning I hiked calories away, so I could justify lunch at my personal Cheers (favorite menu item is a Skinny Pirate). […]

  9. […] on my Skinny Pirates with Grey […]

  10. […] spot-on gifts I have ever received, compliments of Elvis’s mom, Whit (who also gifted me my fabulous Captain Morgan lamp).  I am always commenting on the ampleness of my derriere (and how I try to detract some attention […]

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