The LA Brasserie Comme Ca makes a snowcone is a grown-up glass, they call it 'The Rumble', and the good news is it's not hard to make at home.
THE RUMBLE
3 Fresh Blackberries
3/4 oz. Simple Syrup
2 oz. Rum
3/4 oz. Fresh Lemon Juice
Crushed Ice
1. Combine lemon juice, simple syrup, and rum in a glass.
2. Add crushed ice until glass is full and set aside.
3. In a small dish, muddle blackberries with a drop of simple syrup.
4. Pour blackberry muddle over the ice and serve.
"Lonely Boy" is the first single off their album El Camino. Best Video Ever. I seeing lots of online
versions of this dance in our future. This dance is my new workout.
She looks like a mix between Ann Margret and Brigette Bardot and she sounds like the pouty 60s sound that swells from Lana Del Rey is addicting. 'Video Games' tells the story of a girl tired of waiting for attention from her man because he's playing video games all the time.
The Glamour PR person meets us just outside the doors and tells Jana, Suzanne, and I just what we're in for. We'll walk the red carpet together, first we'll stop in front of the paparazzi at three different points, and then we'll move on to interviews with the press, she'll introduce us along the way. And we'll meet our celebrity directors and the end of the red carpet. Oh, and have fun. Good advice, yes, have fun, this is going to be crazy fun. Marsh kisses me goodbye and walks behind the step and repeat wall, saying he'll meet at the end. Whew, from here that carpet looks as long as a football field. We're signaled to go and as soon as we stop the bulbs start flashing, they are screaming our names and there must be 40 of them. Some of them are screaming "Look left!!", "No, Jan over here!", and their tricks work. I am a deer in headlights and my gaze follows any mention of my name, all we can see in lights flashing and I just try and smile. Jana, Suzanne and I steal glances at each other half fear and half OMG. Glamour PR move us ten feet down the carpet and the onslaught begins. This time we have learned not to dart after heralds of your name, all three of us look forward, then left, then right in unison. We are almost looking like professionals. Then just as quickly as it began it ended. The papparazzi silenced, and let their intruments rest as if a conductor had called finito. They got what they wanted and we we're done. A gorgeous blonde creature had was on deck next and her publiscist had alerted them. I found out later it was Amber Heard.
'The Proper Send-off' Short Film
