It’s a different beast from the Green Fairy, which requires more ritual than a Japanese Tea Ceremony. (Not that ceremony is a bad thing; it does somehow dampen the spontaneity of art done over the span of a few hours.)

A Mojito Eve of Painting, then! It may be limiting to aim to adhere strictly to a theme; perhaps the ode of the Mojito is enough to inspire. (I once, as a piece of performance art, finished a staged painting with cocktail as water-colour medium, but that was, as they say, a long time ago, and part of a longer story.)
Self Mojito portraits?
Confessional Mojito Poetry as visual art?
Mojito improvisational music and dance?

Together, we will be a 43 Opera of Mojito, a summer brew, muddled with abandon, a little herbal magic, a little kick.

What’s not to love?

Dates to throw in the air:

Mondays, Fridays, Sundays are good- how much lead time do people need? (I am always in the studio on my oddy-knocky with a lot of paint at hand.)