When you’re going to learn the art of mixing drinks, you might as well learn from the best, the Mad Mixer. Nothing like learning under fire so my first day of lessons was on a busy night for sure. As I stepped up to the bar I was ready for anything… Irish Coffee, Rum and Coke, Tequila Sunrise, I was prepared! Or at least so I thought.
First order was a young lady dressed in leather with chains hanging everywhere and a little intimidating if you asked me, but I greeted her with a smile and prepared to mix as they gave their order. “A Brutal Hammer please” is what I heard. Oh no, this wasn’t starting easy. Thinking back I remembered everything… except how many ounces of vodka. Luckily the Mad Mixer whispered it in my ear. Whew! One down.
Next on the list was a young gentleman dressed somewhat like a prince, what would he be ordering? “Cinderella please”. I should of known! But how do you make that? Think, think think… oh yeah. But how many ounces of orange juice? One again the Mad Mixer whispered the answer in my ear. Saved again, but next one I’ll get on my own.
The next customer was a short little fellow in a tuxedo looking like he’d look up to the sky and exclaim that he saw a plane, but instead he ordered a Magic Island. Like I didn’t see that one coming! This I remembered, except for how many ounces of apple juice. The Mad Mixer stepped in with a smile and reminded me of the answer.
As I was catching up with everything a man in a sweater and slippers walked up to the bar and I wondered if he’s ask me to be his neighbor. But instead he asked for a Lunchbox. Wow, this one I knew and without asking for help, I guessed right about the number of shots of amaretto. One on my own!
Then I heard what sounded like tap dancing shoes on the hardwood floors but looking towards the sound saw a burley college kid in a letter sweater and sure enough I could of guessed his order. “ A Touchdown please”. Throwing the ingredients together I paused on how much energy drink to put in his glass but once again, the mad mixer stepped up to the plate, oops, that’s baseball, and saved the day.
Wiping the counter and refilling the pretzel bowls I saw an elegant lady walking up in full gown as if she just walking in from a fashion show. Everyone stopped to stare as she walked up and quietly ordered a French Coffee cocktail with an unmistakable French accent. Or was it Italian, I’m not good at those things. Stepped to the coffee pot I paused thinking about how many ounces of the hot black drink to add to her cup but the Mad Mixer was quick to point that out to me.
As she sipped her coffee I noticed a little tuft of hair sticking up from behind the bar where she stood and leaned over only to see her daughter standing patiently beside her. With those cute eyes staring up at me I could tell right away that she wanted a Shirley Temple and proceeded to add the right amount of liquor. No asking for help with that one.
The restaurant next door was closing up as the employees wandered in. Was so ironic when one of them ordered a drink that matched the name on her nametag, “A Ruby Tuesday, please” she said and I proceeded to mix. Unfortunately I totally forgot the total number of ounces and splashes and with a quick look at the Mad Mixer, got my answer pretty quick.
The next customer was a British gent and looked as if he could be seeking the Holy Grail. When I asked if he’d like to order he replied “Yes!”. I asked what he’d like and he replied “Yes!”. Okay, where was this going? “Seriously, what would you like to drink?”, I asked and feeling like I was stuck in some Abbott and Costello routine he once again stated “Yes!”. Ohhhh, now I get it, he was ordering a Yes! I grabbed a glass and proceeded to fill it with a certain amount of liquids and getting that correct, he tipped his hat and tipped his tab.
Ad the place started to clear out the glow of the neon signs gave the place an almost mystical look. And fitting to the scene the final customer approached the bar and in the dim light whispered his order. “An Afterglow please”. How fitting! Had just the right number of parts of orange juice to mix this final mixture of the day. This got me a pat on the back and a smile from the Mad Mixer as I headed home thinking I passed my first test.
Now it’s time for your test. Put on your thinking cap, break out the calculator, solve the problem and find the cache. A much easier task than remembering how to mix all these drinks. Or maybe not. And it the challenge is too hard you can stop in at the posted coords and do some mixing yourself.
N27 26. [(11 * (L + F + T + B + Y + R)) + C]
W82 27. [(22 * ( M + A + S)) + A]
This cache was inspired by and placed in memory of the real “Mad Mixer”, Randco’s Mom Ileene.
Happy Cachin’,
iMPG