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Question of the Moment No.2

About QOTM: Here is your chance to vent, answer, argue or explain. Sometimes our QOTM is pure fluff and sometimes it's a path to enlightenment.
Our thoughts? Well there in the flight notes. Selah.


What's one thing you've never done before, that you'd be willing to try today?




Freedom Rider 2.0 . Vote or Die (or Not).


Yes, it is contradictory but so is life. I admit to being inspired, fearful and excited by Election 2008. And as is my trait for things I find too difficult to discus- with the exception of a silly gif posted a few weeks ago- I have consciously avoided the subject of politics here.

Why? Well, while I’m no longer “politically active” I consider myself still very much a distracted, yet aspiring socialist. Years of political education and a fairly complex understanding of the US political system has generally left me unfaded, unsurprised and unmotivated by any action going on in Washington.

But this did.

According to official estimates 27% of eligible Americans voted in the last election. That statistic is reverent to gender, racial and economic divisions.

In a nutshell 73% of all Americans, black, white or other, male, female or both, rich, poor or just getting by -stuck a middle finger to electoral politics.

But what does that mean? Perhaps we are all conscientious objectors….Ha!

By the 2000 Presidential Election I had reached the legal age to vote. While I did register, I have yet to ever step foot in a voting booth.

But I can if I want to.

And so can You.


Rum Punch.The Recipe,The Story. The Op-Ed.

Dear Readers;

If your new here you might not know that Kitty Hawk Vaz, our modest diaries namesake, Editor-in-Chief, Supreme Chick in Charge, the I in Me, ex cetera, ex cetera, ex cetera is kinda famous.

No, not yet as a pop culture commentator, social analyst or award winning journalist. And yes it is true that for many she is an indispensable project manager, creative concept developer, think tanker, editor, marketing whiz, trend spotter and all around extra set of hands attached to a brilliant brain. But for a select few, young Vaz possesses one talent; one skill set that greatly supersedes all prior and threatens to catapult our humble savant into infamy.

Shorty rock makes an incredible drink.

She mixes the kinds of drinks that upon meeting her in other, more conventional settings, seemingly respectable, suited type professionals lose their wits about them. Over the years, people have been known to run up to her, arms outstretched for an embrace and proclaim “Oh my god! You’re that dope ass bartender that made those drinks for _________'s party? "

About her odd notoriety Ms. Vaz says, "Of all the things I do, I guess this is the most physically visible. People have connected my image with a party or event they really enjoyed. Of course I could be insulted [that people think I'm 'only' a bartender] but I'm not, I actually love it. The signature on my instant messenger at home is 'my rum punch is popping!"



(Ms. Vaz, who still prefers
anonymity is pictured here making one
of her popular mixes in what appears to be a thermos wrapped in caution tape.)


When pressed for further comment she says, "Well there was one time when my moonlighting kind of left me "red faced". I was hired to develop this marketing plan. So I go in to meet with the director to present my proposals, and they are having a birthday party for one of the staff in the conference room. As soon as I walk through the door like 3 or 4 people, including the birthday boy start cheering and yelling 'Oh sh*t! OUR bartender, OUR bartender!' They thought I was there to make special drinks or something for the office happy hour/birthday jam... I almost died! But it was still kind of funny and when it was all said and done the Director went crazy for my proposal. So it all worked out in the end.”

Awkward situations aside, making a good drink for a hundred people is no easy feat. Making a LEGENDARY drink for hundreds of die hard "Grey Goose, Patron, Ciroc, I only drink top shelf, on the rocks, James Bond, pinkie finger, drink snobs" is a -dare we say- God given talent, that KITTY HAWK FLYS will continue to applaud and promote.

We are proud that we've been able to inspire other Jack and Jill's of all trades to pick up the hooch and give mixing up a batch of ole' holy water a try. (We see you Mr.TONE. Keep making those Pina Coladas!)

And now as an end of summer treat (and FLY KITTY FLY exclusive) we are proud to reveal the Kitty Hawk signature sippie!


Legal Disclaimer:
We assume no liability for any babies or bad behavior created or performed due to excessive consumption of this beverage.

Kitty Hawk’s Ex-Oh-Ex-Oh Rum Punch

This recipe is good for as many or as few drinks as you can imagine. 1 part can equal 1 tablespoon or 1 part can equal 1 gallon. Consistency, enough ice and a big enough spoon is the key!

Ingredients:

1 part orange juice

1 part pineapple juice

1 part Coco Lopez

1 part Cranberry juice

1 part Grapefruit Juice

1 part fresh squeezed lime juice

1 part strawberry/banana Juice

1 part Triple Sec

2 parts seltzers, club soda or ginger ale

5 parts light or dark rum.

Couple splashes of Roses Grenadine, for extra color and flavor

Couple splashes of Roses Lime, for extra flavor

Directions:

Mix, shake or stir well and pour over tall glasses of ice.

Enjoy!

XOXO

Its been a minute but im back with the jump off...

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yeah, we quoted Miss Lil' Kim Jones... or whoever her ghostwriter was for that joint.....and what?!

/goons in the club/in case something jump-off... ok ok ok. we'll quit now, especially because were not sure if that's exactly how the song goes.

anyway, just checking in world! The kid is busy at work, making a million small thing happen. ONLY SEEING CASH THESE DAYS!.... (geesh, everybody want a chick to work for FREE)


Taking mama's advice and putting one foot in front of the other...Kitty is just warming up to fly folks.

big ignorant shout out to big brother, Brent Ralston... we see u buddy.

- Kitty Hawk Brooklyn, New York City