yesterday was pretty much a success. i met with some people i actually like. and at the trade show i'm here for, i scored a nice long sleeve shirt, sunglasses and snowboard goggles.
in utah, the liquor laws are whack. if you go out to drink you have to buy a membership and they take down all this personal info about you. just in case. in case of what? not sure.
i have had a few weird outings here over the years, like the time i tried to make a bunch of ladies drink irish car bombs. here in utah you can't get more than one drink at once, so it was pretty tough drinking guinness out of wine glasses with little tumblers full of whiskey and baileys.
at some cool places, they allow you to order a sidecar. this means if you order, like, a vodka and seven up, since they only are allowed to put a tiny shot of vodka in there, you ask for a sidecar and they give you another shot of vodka on the side. then after you drink some of your cocktail, you pour the rest of the liquor in for an almost normal drinking experience. makes sense, right? not to tom.
he went to the bar and i said, tom, make sure you order a sidecar. he goes, a sidecar? and i go, yeah, make sure you get a sidecar.
so he orders a sidecar. just a sidecar.
i guess a sidecar is also the name of an actual drink, and not exactly the type he was looking for. he came back with a martini glass full of a yellow fruity liquor. there was even sugar on the rim of the glass. frank sinatra would not be impressed by this girly drink, i can tell ya that.
so tom looks at me like it's my fault. he's like, i'm not an old lady! what's this? why did you tell me to order this?
it was funny.