Hold the booze
Three months into 2007 I can confidently say I'm having a bad drinks year. It all started on new year's of course. We landed at Trattoria after a hard day's work and a drive past Marine Drive (where no one knew what they were doing) only to be told we would have to wait 45 minutes. Since none of us wanted to wait that long we trudged off to a friend's house in Cuffe Parade with some food and tried to make do with what little alcohol was there. Readymade Bloody Mary mixes really aren't any good so off we went back to Trats where in full support of the paper's 2'007' theme, I asked for a Martini. All I can say is I'll never be a Bond girl.
I had this lovely bottle of Absolut Raspberry and a family do coming up on January 26 so I thought I would keep away from alcohol and then really binge. It was not to be. At an office party on January 25, I was served a peg of three quarters horrible Grey Goose vodka and a quarter glass of Sprite which had me rushing to the Taj loo to puke and a hangover that put me off so completely that I could only play the hostess who doesn't drink.
Mojitos at a recent dinner were another medicinal no-no so that I will only be saying yes to beer for some time now.
And for all those who are wondering what any of this has to do with either travel or books, well, the vodka came from Singapore on someone else's travels and well, everything in life is connected to books somehow.
Three months into 2007 I can confidently say I'm having a bad drinks year. It all started on new year's of course. We landed at Trattoria after a hard day's work and a drive past Marine Drive (where no one knew what they were doing) only to be told we would have to wait 45 minutes. Since none of us wanted to wait that long we trudged off to a friend's house in Cuffe Parade with some food and tried to make do with what little alcohol was there. Readymade Bloody Mary mixes really aren't any good so off we went back to Trats where in full support of the paper's 2'007' theme, I asked for a Martini. All I can say is I'll never be a Bond girl.
I had this lovely bottle of Absolut Raspberry and a family do coming up on January 26 so I thought I would keep away from alcohol and then really binge. It was not to be. At an office party on January 25, I was served a peg of three quarters horrible Grey Goose vodka and a quarter glass of Sprite which had me rushing to the Taj loo to puke and a hangover that put me off so completely that I could only play the hostess who doesn't drink.
Mojitos at a recent dinner were another medicinal no-no so that I will only be saying yes to beer for some time now.
And for all those who are wondering what any of this has to do with either travel or books, well, the vodka came from Singapore on someone else's travels and well, everything in life is connected to books somehow.
posted by Monica at 6:16 AM
3 Comments:
wonderful! for someone still stuck to gin and holding a blank passport.. the whole thing sounds quite exotic. vodka from singapore!
vodka from singapore, and a hangover in mumbai. quite the global drunk, are u.
ready made bloody mary mixes are no good.. that i can atest to.. and you don't have to justify this, of course everything is connected to books!! :D
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