I didn't intend to wait this long before I blogged again. But I has been a very busy couple of weeks. For the last month or so my Mama has been working on her jewelry/art for a craft show this weekend. She was working it pretty diligently. Even canceling a vacation to San Diego to get work done. Well, I got caught up in all the hoopla. Her and Cindy split a booth at the show. I just had to get in on the action. One problem. I suck at art. I doubt my Derby Easter eggs would have went over well at this thing. So I got to thinking about what I could do. Then last weekend it finally clicked. I mix a wicked margarita. I decided I was going to move in on my Mama's territory at her show. I was going to set up a margarita stand. I was going to call it Bono's Paw Crafted Margaritas. I went to work on it right away. I tested all sorts of recipes. I spent a fortune in ingredients. Not to mention waking up hung over every morning. Carty was testing the recipes with me for the first few days. He tapped out sometime on Wednesday. He said his liver was sore. Lightweight. My Dad helped test also but he was a wet blanket all week when it came to my idea of setting up a booth at the show. He kept saying that you need a licence to sell booze. I dismissed his comments. I figured people sell all kinds of crap at these things. Nobody would even notice me. Plus, I thought he was jealous because he didn't think of the margarita stand idea before I did. It turns out he was right. On Friday morning I was wheeling my wagon full of ingredients in to the show. It was held in a vacant suite in a strip mall. I wasn't 10ft through the door before some lady asked me what I was doing. She was like "excuse me ahh, sir, cat, whatever. Is that alcohol there". I was like "yeah". She said "you can't sell that here. You need a license". I tried to talk my way out if it. I came back with this "License?, Your sign outside is made out of bed sheet? You'll be lucky to get any customers in this place begin with, I highly doubt whatever government agency that enforces licensing laws will be coming by this place. Plus, there is a lady over there selling fudge. Where is her license? She could be making that stuff in a kitchen full or rat turds for all we know". It didn't work. My dream was over before it ever got off the ground. I hung around for a while anyway. I found out Cindy(Bono's Best of Vegas '08 winner for best local artist) is an "art celebrity". It was quite an experience being part of her entourage for a while. I finally left after fighting through the paparazzi.
I wanted to touch on one subject. I guess in my Mama's little art world, there has been some controversy lately over the possibility of people copying other people's work. It seems some people are really pissed off about it. I think its silly because this art world that my Mama is part of really is small. It a circle of people that take the same classes, study the same techniques, read the same books, magazines, blogs and web sites. Now they're surprised when they all start creating the same shit. What do they expect to happen? Stuff like this happens even in larger artistic realms. Just look at music. Everybody is ripping everybody else off constantly. I thought Creed was Pearl Jam the first time I herd them. I swear Garth Brooks sings all of Keith Urban's songs for him. Play Garth's early stuff. You'll be amazed how close it sounds to Keith Urban. My Mama listens to a Christian singer names Jackie Velazquez. It's J-Lo singing about Jesus. She even lifts the beats from J-Lo. I guess what I'm saying it that nobody is truly original. That's just the way it is. Sorry you had to find out this way. With that said, I do think you need some level of creativity. The booth across from my Mama, the people were selling signs(see photo above). Painted wood with words, quotes, lyrics, symbols and letters. Anybody can do this crap. It takes lumber, a jigsaw, stencil and paint. Not to mention the copyright infringement. One sign said "My blood type is Starbucks". One had the lyrics to "Take me out to the ball game". Wow, not that's what I call art. Thank God nobody was buying this garbage....Also, to not be hypocritical I'll share some recipes from Bono's Paw Crafted Margaritas. They took countless hours to perfect. Feel free to rip them off...on all the recipes just assume the base is lime juice and Triple Sec unless otherwise noted. You can use the pre-mixed stuff also if you want...
Bono's Key Lime pie-arita...use key lime juice, add just a touch of heavy cream, shake well, plus add whipped cream on top. Garnish with a graham cracker on the whipped cream mound.
Bono's Maui Woowie Margarita....replace 1/2 your lime juice with pineapple puree. It adds a great texture. Garnish with pineapple slices.
Bono's Jamaican-me crazy margarita....replace tequila with Jamaican rum. Add sugar/sweetener to bring out the rum flavor better.
Bono's Sandiarita.....It's a watermelon margarita(Sandia means watermelon in Spanish)....puree watermelon and add watermelon liquor for best results.
Bono's El Patron Margarita.....must use Patron tequila. Use key lime juice, reqular lime juice, lemon and orange juice. Add a shot of Grand Marnier Orange liquor. This was named in honor of my late Uncle Cheesie. He was my Mama's Cat at her childhood house in Edgwood, NM. My grandpa gave him the nickname of Patron, hence the El Patron name. My grandpa used to scratch his head so much in one spot that eventually he was bald there. He also knocked up all the lady cats in the neighborhood so there are lots of decendents around. I hope none of them call to ask for money one of these days......
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