Sunday, February 27, 2005

MORE ADVENTURES WITH STRONG DRINK

I was sixteen when I had my first drink in a restaurant.

It was in Miami, where I was visiting the Southern Branch of Family d’Elisson. My Uncle Phil took me out to lunch at a place called the Mousetrap. In retrospect, I have no idea how I remember the name.

The waitress came to take our order, and for some completely unknown reason, I asked for a martini. Not that I expected to get it...I just up and asked for it.

And the waitress fuckin’ brought it.

A double. On the rocks.

I gulped that sonofabitch down. No problem - that was easy. Finding my steak on the plate afterwards - now, that was the tricky part.

I’m sure Phil was quietly laughing his ass off the entire way home.

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