Oh, to be in Palm Springs right now, enjoying Modernism Week, sipping one of these fantabulous concoctions. Ironically, later today I'll be taking a five-hour bartending course, just to learn the basics of mixy-mixy, shaky-shaky for my own edification. See, my dad was a bartender, owned his own bar back in the 40s-50s. It was only a matter of time before I followed suit in one way or another.
Classic cocktails fascinate me. It's not just the drink itself, but the aura of sophistication that surrounds it. Back when these beauties were first created, their names and ingredients evoked exotic locales, faraway fragrances, and hypnotic tastes. To sip a Mai Tai was to be transported to a tropical island, where the beautiful, enigmatic locals would gladly fan you with palm leaves and peel you a guava while serving you drink after intoxicating drink.
Cheers to Modernism Week. We visited last year, only for a tad. At some point in the future, we'll definitely be back...
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