There is nothing quite like the feeling of an “innocent” cocktail kicking your ass. Last night at Halo I had an Elderflower Fizz, a nice little cocktail or so I thought. About a shot or two each of gin and elderflower liqueur, shaken and strained into a champagne flute, topped with champagne with a berry floated in it. It was called both “disgusting” and “an old person’s drink” by one of the people I was meeting for Happy Hour.

A few of these after some gin & tonics and I was flying high. I hadn’t meant to have so many, but we made friends at the bar and one of them made that dangerous downward-pointing swirling finger motion to Victor that means “another round of what everyone’s having.” This led to me realizing that I hadn’t had enough to eat before going out to Happy Hour, and then led to a drunken stumble up 14th Street to get to the metro. We ran into one of my former neighbors and his wife, but I have absolutely no idea what we chatted about except that they were terribly amused at my drunkenness.

I’m feeling like the best thing for me would be a little nosh and a little coffee so that I can get back to normal and get on with my day. 🙂

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3 Responses

  1. Chris Collins says:

    Do you want to hear my latest drum solo? :mrgreen:

  2. brian says:

    @Chris Collins: Don’t think that I can’t reach out using the power of the internet and smack your witty ass.

  3. Chris says:

    Um, I recall having a similar experience after the ouzo cocktail at Zaytina.

    At any rate, I am here to inform you that it’s just the alignment of the stars – I’ve got a pounding headache this morning and I didn’t have anything to drink, so therefore it must be cosmological. yeah. that’s it.

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