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!
Hey Martini Mischief…I love your blog and thought I’d submit one of my misadventures. It’s definitely one of the most embarrassing things to happen to me.
I had recently broken up with a guy I had been dating for three years. I thought our relationship was going nowhere, and so I ended things, to his surprise. So, a little more than a year later I really regretted my decision. I missed Jon terribly, and no guys that I had met even began to measure up to him. I hadn’t heard from, or seen John since our break-up, but I’d heard that he was dating someone, pretty seriously, and I was suddenly feeling really jealous. I figured that if I could have even ten minutes alone with him, I could talk him into getting back together.
My best friend, Leticia, who works with Jon’s sister-in-law, found out that Jon was going to be at this really swanky restaurant on a particular Saturday night. Lety and I concocted this scheme, where I would wear this really tight, really short dress, and some awesome shoes, and just “happen” to walk by his table. I would look so unbelievably hot that Jon would totally forget this new girl, and want to get back with me.
Not knowing what time Jon would show up at this restaurant, Lety and I showed up to bar about 9pm. The dress was completely awesome, and so were the shoes; the heels on these shoes were like 3-1/2” high, and were the sexiest shoes I had ever worn. Lety and I were drinking martinis, because it completed the sophisticated look we were going for.
Anyway, Jon came in a while later, and Lety thought it was best for me to wait until after they ordered dinner to walk by. I kept sneaking peaks at them, while they drank their wine, and looked at the menu. They finally ordered and I got ready to strut my stuff. As I got close to the table, two things happened at once: 1) I saw what looked suspiciously like an engagement ring on the Jon’s girlfriend’s finger, 2) I bumped into a passing waiter, causing him to spill a tray of drinks and appetizers. I promptly fell flat on my ass, in the middle of the mess, and all the noise caused Jon and his girlfriend to notice me sprawled on the floor. Jon helped me up, and hugged me, and introduced his girlfriend, and then Lety walked over and made excuses to get me out of there.
Outside in the parking lot, I asked Lety how bad it might have looked to Jon. She said, it wasn’t the fall that was so bad. It was the fact that my ass was covered in red wine and spinach and artichoke dip!
Anyway that’s my story. I look forward to reading more your blog posts.
Ok, this is my Martini story…
This happened in the fall of my junior year of college (I’m not saying what year that was!) I attended college in Ohio, and like in most college towns there’s a pretty developed downtown area where there are blocks and blocks of bars and restaurants and shops and stuff.
During the fall term, I was taking a class in Psychology, and the professor was absolutely, devastatingly handsome. Not having a boyfriend, I developed a fixation on this handsome man, and I kept thinking that if only I had the courage to approach him, something would happen between us. All of my friends knew about this gigantic crush I had, and they used to tease me about it.
One night, I was out drinking with like 6 or 7 other people. We started out at this one club, and then met up with some others at another spot that was nicer. At the first place, I had two beers; I then switched to green apple martinis. (I know now, of course, that that was definitely a bad move.) My best friend, Darla, pointed out to me that the object of my affections was sitting at a table close to us. He happened to see me, and he waved, which made me ecstatic.
My friends then all began egging me on to go up to the table, and ask him out. And me, with 2 beers and 3 martinis in me, figured that was a pretty good idea. So I walked up to him, and I said “Hey there, Professor Clarke, I really like you and I wondered if you’d like to go out sometime.” (Well, that’s what I wanted to say; my guess is what actually came out of my mouth was slightly different.) And he said something like, “Hi Gabby, that’s really flattering, but no thank you. And please meet my fiancée.” Let me tell you I was soooo humiliated. I have never been so embarrassed as I was in that moment. I was blushing so hard, that it hurt.
And then to make it just that much worse…I threw up all over him. Darla came and escorted me outside, where I was crying so hard, and threw up a second time. And then the manager of the bar asked us to leave.
I got an incomplete for that class, because I didn’t have the nerve to return. And I never had another apple martini.