Rock Glasses
Back in the old millennium, when I was still a drinking man, I had a policy. Anytime a bar charged an outrageous amount for a cocktail, I would assume that the glass was included in the price. I think my cut-off point was five dollars… that seems a perfectly reasonable price now, but it struck me as exorbitant then. I gradually accumulated a diverse collection of rock glasses and, in one memorable incident, a martini glass from the New Orleans Room at the Fairmont Hotel. That last I still feel a little guilty about – you really expect a martini to be overpriced – but it seemed, for complicated reasons, like the thing to do at the time.
posted by PapaDogDuvalier | 12:28 PM
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Well, I knew you back in the day, possibly briefly before the day, and it never occured to me that you were swiping milk glasses for your future daughter either.
Since I still haven't seen you in person since those days, still kind of hard to imagine you as a responsible adult. No offense intended, I just find I have trouble updating my mental picture of people from the last time I encountered them, even knowing years have gone by. Every once in a while I google people from those day, amazed how many of them turned out to be significant or at least productive citizens...given the sample that we are dealing with here...
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