We had a couple of wines before we headed out, then a couple more over dinner. But what really pushed me into tipsy territory was a series of cocktails at a charming local establishment.
The first cocktail came with an edible flower - a pansy, if you must know - which another patron suggested was a serious test to one's masculinity. But the drink itself was enough to grow hair on anyone's chest. I ended up staying for another three cocktails - a mint julep, a whiskey sour and some ill-advised concoction involving bourbon and vermouth.
By that point, I was bleary-eyed and very much in the danger zone of trying to scab a ciggie. My cravings were made even worse by the smoke billowing into the bar from the courtyard area outside. As the evening wore on, the whole bar smelled like smoke. And I was intoxicated to the point of dis-inhibition - nothing scandalous, but you wouldn't usually find me singing along to TLC in public when I'm sober.
Somehow, I made it through the night without smoking. And I even managed to have a really great time. Now that I know I can do it, the next time will be easier.
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