the angry poontang

The Girl Posse and I are out tonight, preparing for the drinking and the gayness that the weekend will hold, and we decide that we need our favorite bartender at Gameworks, Joe, to invent a shot for us. He didn’t let us down in our previous request for a made up shot called Roundhouse, so we had the utmost confidence in him.Jenni says, “Hey Joe. We need you to make us a shot. Wendy’ll tell you what it is.”

Joe, with his perfectly shaven (or shaved, either way) head, and cute little 22-year-old dimples says, “Okay. What is it?”

I look at Joe, and very proudly tell him the name of our shot shall be called “The Angry Poontang“.

Meet The Angry Poontang:

new shot!!!!

It’s with a camera phone and it’s not the best quality, but how was I supposed to know tonight was the night The Angry Poontang was to be invented?

The ingredients, according to the folded up napkin in my pocket, are Absolute Ruby Red Vodka, orange juice, and cranberry juice. It was a winner.

I think the part I enjoy the most about having a bartender invent a shot is how he walks circles around the bar trying to decide what to pour in next. I also especially like when he stick straw in the shaker to see if it tastes okay.

I must encourage you all to rush to your nearest drinking establishment and request THE ANGRY POONTANG. I’m sure it’s caught on everywhere by now.