Barrrrrtender

When in Toronto, one of the best places to hangout late at night for a cool drink and some music and dancing is The Social, which my glacier buddy recommended. I’m standing there at 11:30pm and there’s about 20 people in there. “Nice recco, Kelly”, I sarcastically thought. I ordered my standard vodka soda and then within 30 minutes, the place was packed by hundreds of college and recently graduated crowd. The bartender was so nice that she would save my drink with a napkin over the drink. After going out for a quick smoke, I’d come back to the bar, look at her and go, “grey goose shots”? She’d pour them without hesitation and both of us would drink. We must’ve done that 3x and I probably had 4 or 5 vodka sodas, while acting pretty cocky that they had no effect on me. “These vodkas in Canada are weak”, I slurred.

Anyone who’s drunk large amounts of vodka knows, that it’s quite stealthy, what I call an incubated liquor, hiding and slowly working it’s way while gathering and building up energy, similar to an ebola virus infection or being attacked by dozens of masked ninjas. Boom – it hits me. I start slurring and as I’m getting ready to leave, I realize how crazy loud it is in there and I want to tell her how sweet she’s been. So, being in my drunken state, I start writing her letter on a napkin. I still can’t quite remember what I wrote, but I hope it was some great love letter that expressed my deepest feelings for vodka. Please keep in mind these fuzzy camera phone pictures don’t do Rebecca the justice she deserves, as she’s a beautiful gal.