The Worst Cocktail in the World

F-ing Las Vegas. What? How many ingredients are in a Manhattan? That would be three.

Three ingredients. One of which the customer specified as Maker's Mark bourbon. So, two are all the bartender needed to come up with.

Caesar's Palace. Night of the Leonard Cohen concert. Rodeo in town. Just wanted a quick cocktail and some people-watching before the show.

The bartender didn't know the ingredients. Then as he was doing his "flair" he broke an entire bottle of vodka. (No vodka in a Manhattan, but whatever...) and then after cleaning up the glass, identifying that vermouth and bitters were part of the equation, and pretending he was roping a "doggie" with the soda gun...he charged me $25.

wtf.

Bernard de Voto

A...you have to grab a copy for the project. Girl, it is majorly relevant. And wil help with the martini piece. I can't stop quoting it in my daily life. And the there's Myrna Loy and William Powell and i just want to be Nick and Nora. Write up your part...i have already dreamt mine.

Stone Brewery Beer Garden

I hate zoos. I hate obnoxious bartenders that don't know shit about the beer they are promoting. And I hate GPS units. But... I love, love, love the Stone Brewery Beer garden. Do something about the cretin stepchild bartender and we're all good.

Second trip. Transposition. Do you feel that breeze? Do you see the butterflies? Did I mention that there is a koi pond? I mean when nothing else makes sense you can always depend on a koi pond. With the right company and the sunny San Diego weather, I might stay forever in the lovely green alcoves, whiling away the rest of my life drinking sour beers.

MMM

F if they don't go and ruin it every time. There was the one night with John Denver and the first off-color remark. Then the phone numbers get exchnaged and now you and O and the insane texting. There should be a law. Four to twelve-thirty is too late. And then the next time, let's blame it on the dance party. I was totally caught off guard. Terrifying. Girls on a mechanical bull. Sweetheart. Why is that the term, sweet is not right. In the words of Catherine Irwin, "i've been good. And i've been good for nothing"! Let's write it up.