Buttery Nipples

It was in the South Side Salon in Keithsville, Louisiana where I discovered buttery nipples, a drink that my bartender friends tell me is composed of two main ingredients: butterscotch schnapps and Bailey’s cream. There are other recipes. The occasion was a fundraiser for an older brother of Cole Vosbury, currently one of six finalists on TV’s, The Voice. (Vote for Cole!) The Vosbury family is filled with generations of great musicians, including Grandma Nita Lynn who performed at the Louisiana Hayride during Elvis Presley’s early days, and went on to raise her family in Shreveport. Grandma Lynn gave guitar lessons, and schooled another generation of great Shreveport musicians. Many of them were performing Monday night (Cole’s daddy, Robin Vosbury, a long-time musician in the Shreveport/Bossier City area was with his son), Joe Nadeau, Bud Christian, Robert Davis and Diki Guice. As a person without musical talent, I was happy to down buttery nipples. The shots kept coming thanks to Cary, the “wild child” of my significant other’s family. Upon introduction, Cary swore she had given up alcohol. Nay, ’twas not so. That same week, there were other discoveries. One was at luncheon of the Women’s Sisterhood at B’nai Israel in Monroe, Louisiana. The luncheon was scheduled for The Lotus Club on Desiard Street. New to the area, I had no idea that the Lotus was on the ninth floor of the Vantage Building whose entrance was obscured by a hard hat crew. But with help from the maitre d’ of the Cotton Restaurant and several passer bys, I made my way upstairs where I gratefully found the bathroom. In short order, we were invited to the buffet table. Pork loin was sitting in the chafing dish. Pork at a Jewish luncheon? You gotta be kidding! Of course, there were other options like chicken and steak and mushrooms and curdled portions of stuff. Let’s just say I was not impressed by the cuisine of The Lotus Club. Tuesday morning I received a call from the IRS. You see, as a new Medicare recipient I wanted to understand my bill. It seemed as though I was being charged for an extra month’s coverage. After frustrating several representatives with my questions, I had been handed off to “Advance Resolution.” John explained how I qualified to pay an IRMAA payment (Income Related Monthly Amount Adjustment) because of my income in 2011. I wasn’t grateful. It all seemed like buttery nipples to me. (Vote for Cole!)