21 September 2004
put it on my tab
I want a cosmo.
Not the magazine; the drink.
I want some bartender to stirnotshake the top-shelf vodka, the splash of Triple Sec, the cranberry juice all together, pour the whole beautiful mess into an iced martini glass and garnish it with a curly lemon peel or thick lime wedge.
Yes, I can make it myself.
Yes, I have made a thousand from my days waitressing and behind the bar.
And yes, in theory I could walk right into a bar and order some shimmery delicious cosmopolitan goodness.
But barkeeps here aren't exactly sure how to mix and gin and tonic, so ordering a proper cosmopolitan might be out of the question.
I don't think I've ever seen an 'up' glass at a single restaurant here.
What does it say that my first pangs of homesickness are alcohol-related?
betholindo at 22:36