Monday, March 29, 2010

not clocking the bartender

in my opinion, there is nothing better than a glass of scotch to celebrate the end of a monday. the week has successfully begun & it was a productive day. the day after tomorrow we're heading off to italy for research & to visit Z's sister. shizam. anyone have suggestions of things to see/do/eat in rome or florence?!

(for the record, at the fanciest wedding i ever attended i ordered a scotch on the rocks & the bartender replied: are you sure? that's a tall order for such a little lady. i had to literally restrain from myself from clocking him. i mean i get it, i was kicking it in a black fifties cocktail dress, but in my mind that fit the situation even better).

{via djdasmeg}


  1. wow. nothing like an idiotic bartender to piss me off. that was probably his way of flirting. blech. I am probably the only woman I know who doesn't drink a scotch or whiskey or bourbon. I just can't quite acquire the taste for it. more for my husband I guess.

  2. You have to admit, that's a fairly great line. Period appropriate, perhaps?


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