Every time a can of Nos is opened, an angel gets its wings.

I'm normally not a fan of mixed drinks made with an energy drink and some sort of alcohol. The energy drink is a stimulant while the alcohol is a depressant. The net effect it has on me is that I skip the giddy, drunken stupor and go straight to tired and sleepy. While would I pay for a drink that skips the good part and goes straight to the good night part?

As we all know, necessity is the mother of invention.

A few friends and I were heading out to a party and I was feeling a bit run down. (This was the headgear party at the Mercury Bar for those that were there.) I needed a little something to pick me up e.g. caffiene, but I wanted to pre-party a bit e.g. booze. In my infinite wisdom, I had foreseen this situation earlier in the day and had gone out of my way to find the Holy Grail of energy drinks: Nos.

Those that have tried to buy this caffinated nectar can testify to how difficult it is find in grocery stores, gas stations, liquor stores, or convenience stores. It truly is a mini grail quest. It doesn't grant eternal life, but it does make you a bit livelier for the time being.

At the Times supermarket in Kunia, I found what I was looking for...sort of. I had discovered Fruit Punch flavored Nos.


Not quite what I was looking for, but beggars can't be choosers. I picked up a few cans in preparation for that night's festivities.

Fast forward to later on that evening when a few friends and I congregated at Devin's Pimpalicious House of Pimping Pimp Pad. It was in his abode that the magic happened. From his freezer, he retrieved a chilled bottle of Grey Goose Vodka. From my Times Supermarket plastic bag, I retrieved two cans of fruit punch Nos.

The can of Nos opened with a crack and at that moment the heavens sang and an angel received its wings. I poured one part fruit punch Nos and one part vodka into a martini shaker with some ice. Shake well and pour into a Martini glass. If you're feeling fancy, then garnish with a sugar rimmed glass and a slice of fruit. Thus was born: The Nosmopolitan.

As customary to the consumption of alcohol, we first recognized our fallen homies. All kidding aside, the first drank of the Nosmo was dedicated to the late Mike Woo who passed a few days prior. May he rest in peace.

Thanks are in order to:

Devin - Thanks for letting us use your house as a staging point for our forays into drunken debauchery and also for providing the booze and martini glasses that were critical to the creation of the Nosmopolitan. You own more alcohol and alcohol related paraphenalia than any other sober man I know.

Congratulations to:

Brian and Sang - For being amongst the first to sip the Nosmopolitan. This is a part of history that you will undoubtedly share with your grandchildren.

One part fruit punch Nos,
one part vodka. Behold! The
Nosmopolitan!