I love a fancy little drink. Especially a boozy little beverage. An elegant little coupe glass filled with some delightful little potion. A sip of sparkling champagne, the deep notes of a smoky Islay Scotch, or sweet heady herbal bitterness of a glass of absinthe.
Until recently, I was a craft cocktail bartender. I would dazzle my patrons with creative cocktails and classic standards. It was fun!
I was fun!
I got to chat with people and delight them with my new found skill of slinging drinks. Impress them with my knowledge and dazzle them with creative twists on classic drinks. But, I didn’t notice the creeping hold alcohol had on me.
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