Over Worked

My life as of late, has been nothing but work. I’ve been caught in this vicious loop that interconnects my bed, my computer and my bar tender. Seriously, I’ve been that pathetic. I’ve been so over worked that past couple weeks, that it’s all I can do to muster up enough energy to drag my sorry self to the local bar to “unwind”.

My day is like this:

• 5am Wake up to girlfriend making breakfast (we have an open loft, sound travels).
• 6am Lightly start to doze off again.
• 7am Wake up (for real)
• 7am – 7pm Check email, email clients, fix crisis, email, call project meeting, phone conference, reply to email, and maybe (if I’m lucky) design.
• 7pm – 7.5pm Stretches (while discussing with the girlfriend where to go this evening).
• 7.5pm – 8.5pm Go to Dovre for a pair of dirty martinis.

I like a good adventure, a change of pace. I just haven’t had the energy. So every night, for the last few weeks, we have ended up at the Dovre. Don’t get me wrong, I like the place. We treck all the way across the city for a decent dive bar and they don’t get much better than that.

This, lack of having anything that could even remotely resemble a life, next to a dry stick in the mud, has led to a small problem.

Lauren and I have been hooked on dirty martinis. It’s like Gatorade for the over worked – Helps you unwind while replenishing valuable bodily salts. Anyone who knows dive bars can see where this is going.

Most dive bars aren’t known for their martinis, and most people looking for a martini, don’t go to dive bars. That being said, the Dovre makes some pretty damn good martinis. The problem is, we like them dirty. For a place that only houses 2 martini glasses, you can imagine what we were doing to their olive juice resources, showing up every day as we did. Supply couldn’t meet demand.

So last night we got to thinking, why doesn’t anyone just sell olive juice? (Of course they do)When you think about it, dive bar or martini bar, the odds are against you. In your average jar of olives, you just don’t get the juice to olive ratio needed to support a mean dirty martini habit.

The problem clearly is, the olive. For the dirty martini drinker, they take up unprecedented real estate in the olive jar.

So last night, inspired by Elvis, one of our wonderful tenders of the bar at the Dovre, I came up with Elvis Has Left The Building Olive Juice™.

It’s the perfect solution for the over worked web designer and under sauced, dirty martini aficionado.

Available by request.