I can’t tell you the number of times people have asked me how I thought up the idea of combining astrology with cocktails. Being a brutally honest Capricorn, I must give credit where its due and admit that it wasn’t entirely my idea. Leos are traditionally very creative types, and our old family friend, Nancy, was no exception. Nancy’s sister, and only living relative, was mentally ill and holed up in a hospice somewhere. Nancy’s boyfriend Sam had no living relatives either. So every Christmas, Easter & Thanksgiving they would spend it with my family. As unique as Nancy was, Sam is even more of a character than she. He actually survived a Nazi concentration camp and made it through the Holocaust to walk through the welcoming gates of Ellis Island. Sam Smith was the name given to him by the immigration officials after they couldn’t pronounce his real name. The last time I saw them, Sam, a Taurus, was helping Nancy get around. Her age was catching up to her, finally, at 94! The 92-year-old Sam looked more like a 72 year old. Now don’t tell me that doesn’t speak volumes about the strength of Taureans. Aaaanyway, Nancy gave my sisters and I many interesting hand-me-down Christmas gifts. Some were keepers, and some weren’t. Among them were old magazines, books, illustration annuals, various hand made gifts ranging from paper mache devils to clown face pillows, old souvenirs, and anything with a cat on it. One time I received a booklet that Nancy had written when she was young called “THE MARTINI HOROSCOPE.” I always knew that Nancy loved her booze from the empty bottles left in her wake every holiday. But apparently, she was an astrology buff as well. I enjoyed reading the hand-typed pamphlet and tucked it away in my closet where it lived for at least a decade. It was only unearthed a few years ago while I was sorting through my things. I pulled it aside and made three copies of it to give to my martini-drinking friends. I never did get around to delivering the copies of the booklet to them (it’s the thought that counts, right?) Unfortunately, There was an awful fire in my parent’s house where the copies and original booklet were being stored and everything was lost. This includes my beloved cats, Pikachu and Cutter. Upon digging through the rubble, the copies I made of Nancy’s booklet were one of the few things to survive. I took that for a sign (pun not intended, really) and have continued the idea today in the form of Intoxicated Zodiacâ„¢. For this reason, I dedicate this site to Nancy (who has since passed), Pikachu (oreo) and Cutter (tabby).