Your cocktail says something about you.
For instance, ordering a martini says you appreciate the finer things in life, ordering a gin and tonic says you appreciate the simple things in life, and ordering a boilermaker says you appreciate knowing where your pants are. But mixed drinks go deeper than that, much deeper. When you sidle up to the bar and place your order, you open a window onto your very soul, revealing not only who you are, but also who you long to be. So know your cocktails and order with care, or you might send the wrong message.
You have a tab at Olive Garden.
You enjoy music, long walks on the beach, and the occasional stabbing spree.
You didn’t start drinking until after your first divorce, and didn’t start really enjoying it until after your second.
You’re comfortable with who you are, but you’re the only one.
Something about your personality makes otherwise normal people use words like “bounder” and “cad.”
Green Tea Martini
You believe in sustainable living, except for that time you backed over a baby seal in your Passat.
You, or someone a lot like you, will inspire Alcoholics Anonymous to abandon the twelve-step program in favor of indiscriminate Tasing.
High school was the best six years of your life.
Your music collection includes a CD of jug band favorites.
You have no real love for the drink itself, but for reasons known only to yourself, you enjoy the suffering of limes.
Long Island Iced Tea
No matter how old you are, at some level, you’re still afraid your parents are going to catch you drinking.
You’re attracted to exotic people and places, but not enough to get a passport.
You’re witty, sophisticated, and not at all jealous that the oafs pounding down Jell-O shots at the other end of the bar are getting all the best trim.
All of your relationships have either begun or ended at a wet t-shirt contest.
There’s a song in your heart and diet pills in your purse.
You own your own dueling pistols and aren’t afraid to use them.
Every significant event in your life has taken place on either a porch or a patio.
You consider yourself too classy to order a Blow Job, but not classy enough to order a Sex on the Beach.
You’re 50% lady, 50% tramp, and 50% wig.
You’re indestructible, and you’re going to prove it as soon as this kick-ass song is over, just wait.
No one is accusing you of anything, but you’ve buried a suspiciously large number of husbands.
You learned to drink from your mother.
You’re down-to-earth. Usually face-down.
You aspire to a life of quiet dignity, but will settle for a life of quiet desperation.
No matter what people say, you’re getting along just fine without long-term memory.