Martini Mischief

Hey ladies of Martini Mischief, I really love your site and I wanted to submit my own martini story.  I hope it’s one that you can use.

I had this major crush on a guy (his name was Paul) that worked in the same building that I did.  He worked two floors above me, and so we often rode the elevator up together in the mornings, when we were arriving at work.  Truth be told, I usually waited for him in the mornings, and acted like I had just arrived, just to have the chance to see him for a few minutes.

It took a long while for him to ask me out; almost a year, I think.  But he asked me to go with him to his boss’ wedding.  I was really excited about the date, and I spent almost my entire paycheck on a dress and shoes to wear to the wedding.  My next door neighbor, Jennifer, offered to help me dress; we sipped on Cosmopolitans while I dressed, (I had two).

When Paul picked me up, I was feeling really good.  We made a stop at a local restaurant, where Paul was meeting up with some of his coworkers.  While there, I had another martini.  Things seemed great.  We were having a lot of fun.  Paul’s friends were really cool, and he and I were getting along great.  The wedding was cool; no surprises there.  On to the reception…this is where I ran into trouble.

During the reception, I had another two or three drinks.  Then, Joe, one of Paul’s friends, began this whole thing that someone should get up on stage, and sing with the dj.  Somehow, I decided that this was a great idea, and I got up on stage and began singing, really loudly, and dancing (I can’t dance).  Someone eventually convinced me to leave the stage, after like 3 songs.  (I’m cringing, just thinking about it.)  Anyway, the rest of the evening was a blur.

I didn’t see Paul for almost a week after that.  When I finally ran into him at the elevator (again, lying in wait…), he was obviously uncomfortable around me.  He walked me to my office, and said that he couldn’t afford to get involved with someone who had a drinking problem (!), and it was probably best that I look for another job, seeing as how I had ruined the wedding of one of the executives.  I didn’t say anything.  How could I?

Anyway, I took his advice and found a job elsewhere.   And I don’t drink at weddings anymore!

Sarah C.

• 2 oz Pinky Vodka
• 1 oz Chambord Raspberry Liqueur
• 1 oz Hpnotiq Liqueur
• 1 splash Veuve Clicquot Champagne