I don’t drink much these days — just enough to remind me that I am not perfect — and also to prevent me from getting into one of those “clean and sober for 1492 days” routines which invite “relapse.” To me, relapse would be getting shitfaced drunk again, as I used to do every day until November 6, 1996. Shit! I even remember the day; had something to do with a severe Bill Clinton, almost-broke-the-TV, hangover…. Sorry to bore readers with personal details. But is blogging really about privacy?
Anyway, I am proud to report that despite my neo-quasi-pseudo-dry-drunk sobriety, I am a Martini!
Congratulations!! You’re a smart sophisticated and
beautiful martini!!
What Drink Are You?
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Naturally, this test leaves me shaken to the core, if not quite stirred to go out and drink.
UPDATE: I guess I spoke too fast about Bill Clinton hangovers…. Last time I looked over at VodkaPundit, I was a Gin & Tonic. (I may need one.)
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2 responses to “Happiness is a lapsed Martini!”
I was a Long Island Iced Tea (blecch) and *I* wanted to be a Martini.
I am so jealous.
Well, that depends on how you look at things. I think you’ve got a better figure than I do. I know you can’t judge a book by its cover and you shouldn’t judge a drink by its glass. But once the booze is consumed, the glass is all you have left. And I’ll take your tall sturdy glass over my effette, single-function Martini glass any day!