When you sidle up to the bar and place your order, you open a window onto your very soul, revealing not only who you are, but also who you long to be.
(and Modern Drunkard should know)
I don't drink fancy alcoholic concoctions very often. In fact I view them as a recipe for disaster or perhaps I don't want people looking too deeply into my cold black soul. I get my buzz from red wine almost exclusively but can occasionally be convinced to try a Martini in the summertime or a Manhattan when the weather gets nippy. Apparently that makes me a witty sophisticate who enjoys the finer things in life. Yeah right.
Via Coudal
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