Way back on the first date night, which was 'play a board game', I slipped in #31 Bartend
because I figured we might as well try to knock out more than one a week. This
week, though, we decided to give it its own night. (Or maybe we were just very
tired and didn’t want to do anything that was too taxing.)
Thomas had spent
all week gathering the components for fancypants Manhattans, though. He and his
coworkers are trying to replicate ones they had on a business trip. One
coworker special ordered the bitters. We…found them at the grocery store. (Same
brand the upscale bar used and the liquor store didn’t carry!) Then we had to
go to a different liquor store for the (cheap) vermouth. You’ll notice we did not stock up on fancy glasses.
I felt very glamorous and Mad Men-esque with my almost-Don-Draper’s-signature-drink
(which is the Old Fashioned, but is pretty similar).
Then I took a sip and HOO BOY those are strong. The glamour
kind of evaporated as I almost choked. Over two hours I drank half of it. (The remainder is actually what
is pictured, as I totally forgot to take photos before. I should have taken one
of Thomas mixing them up!)
Ah, yes. I wish I could handle Don-Draper-esque drinks (or just, you know, handle some Don Draper) but alas, I am a lightweight and have learned to stick with ONE glass (over date night dinners) of white wine. (Or sparkling rose. Yum.)
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