Hide and Seek the Copper Mule

The story of the copper mule... (I love this)

Mr. Smirnoff vodka from russia was sitting at a bar in the us in the 1940's... Back then there was no vodka just caramel coloured whiskey and bourbon... The Americans had no clue how to drink this clear spirit called vodka... to drink it straight was just a bit weird... Then there was Mr. Ginger Beer, I'd like to think from Jamaica but he was probably Irish or something, which his drink, and no one knew what that spicy conconction was either or how to drink it. So the sister of the bar owner, who made copper mugs said "pour your white funny alco into my copper mug and u, your weird spicy beer into it too." So they mixed it up and sprinkled some lime - it was probably in the summer.... The little copper mug had a mule engraved on it....  Hence, the Mule . . .and the rest is history.

Their 1940's taste probably found the drink rather delicious.. As did their children and their children because we still drink the Mule to this day... Hyde and seek has Smirnoff copper mule mugs (which they guard dearly)... I'm engraving my name on one of those mugs and defo hiding it somewhere to seek on a bright sunny day.

Back to Black - Smirnoff Black

My old friend Paulie organised a lovely evening to launch Smirnoff Black at the Alila in Cha-am, Duangrit Bunnag's minimal piece - stark and simple yet rather sexy.

Lobby - Alila Cha-am

The event was grandly orchestrated and rather decadent - it was black all the way, Jeremy and I missed the vodka tasting but I managed to chill by the pool and was taught how to make my own martinis and muddled drinks by the Flow boys. . . .

The girls by the pool

moody sky

The main event was a five course dinner, every course infused with vodka and paired with a Vodka cocktail, black tie and all black of course, the velvet faberge eggs will be for holding the vodka bottles, the black bottles with black candles . . .all black. so chic . . .and yes, so much vodka. Tul's dj set during dinner was also PERFECT - if only all dinners had music that good.

dinner table

Paulie, Boyy, Jay, Ase, Me, Jane, Jeremy

We went to the red room, converted to black with our rather large vodka martini glasses where the dj's were playing their sets . . . .

Paulie's set

Looooved Note with the silver cape . . . 

I spent a rather large part of the evening bantering with Ananda Everingham about fake-dirty-ism and how one must EARN te right to be a hippy or at least to go away and live in Sumba forever and surf and evitably - we all ended up in the pool . . .everyone. . . well, not many exceptions.

Back to Bkk it was the next day - with bizarrely, no hangover - hail hail smirnoff black. Thanks Paulie!