caro:
jose cuervo..
bahaha Makers Mark whiskey, I will not be seeing you for a while.
The first time that drinking ever made me throw up (and I should note that this is a state that has never been common for me) was when I was 18 and had been taking shots of Jack Daniel’s because nobody had any mixers. It’s been almost 10 years and I still can’t tolerate even a Jack and coke.
Young whippersnappers, I will not dissuade you from drinking in college, but trust me, you can skip the pre-game shots in those lacrosse guys’ common room. Nary a time will it lead to good things. Stick to the watered-down beer, and learn to appreciate whiskey in small quantities when you can afford the good stuff. Judging by the price tag of those well-mixed Manhattans at The Wren last night, I’m still not there.
It took me a decade to have another Manhattan after an incident at The Derby in Los Feliz that involved a swingdance partner who spun more than he swung.
(Source: drunkvocab)
