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Greg Lyss is part of a vocal minority. "Everyone says the mixer was bad," he says. "These people just don't know how to enjoy themselves. You boogie a little, cruise around, pinch a few asses--it's great! Of course, it helps to drink a pint of gin beforehand. But you know what: The highlight of the entire week was the square dance. You definitely had to be shitfaced for that...
Never mind gin and tonic -well, perhaps a short one -and forget the return of baseball's prodigal sons. We are dealing here with primal matters, with a current in the national psyche far deeper and more powerful than our tropism toward corn on the cob and Japanese cars. Ice cream is our drug of choice, and butterfat-the word itself is dizzyingly lovely and globulous-is the occasion of our guiltiest and most delicious sin. Fourteen percent butterfat. Eighteen percent. Four hundred percent butterfat, some dreamer with glazed-over eyes says and actually seems to believe. The great...
Zogby talked freely about the problems of using natural flavors. Real vanilla beans add flecks to the mix, and some customers used to the cheaper artificial flavor vanillin complain of dirty ice cream. Real mint flavor is as clear as gin, not green. A blend of pumpkin and squash tastes more like pumpkin than pumpkin alone does, but squash ice cream sounds dreadful, so the firm's flavorers had to work harder and stick with pumpkin. Most cherry ice cream contains bright red bits of cherries that have been embalmed, as maraschinos are-bleached white with formaldehyde and then...
...pair wandered around the new light and steel building and drank gin. They got enmeshed in countless conversations about generalities, and small-talked with a vengeance. They chatted with the models and they chatted about the Vineyard. They admitted that Chinese bronzes had changed their young lives so as not to appear boorish. The Driver told someone at the buffet that only cars and art made life worth living, and on the whole he thought that art was probably easier to take care of. As the sun set over Pei's masterpiece, they walked...
When World War II came, Edith knitted socks, while listening to Debussy on her wind-up gramophone and downing large tumblers of gin. The Sitwell legend that had persevered since World War I seemed ready for retirement, along with the Empire...