Partying On A Friday Night
Last Friday night was pretty awesome. Now that I’m closer to 30 than 20, nights out getting drunk with my friends for the hell of it are pretty few and far in between. We definitely got really drunk last Friday, but it was for a purpose.
I’m engaged to be married and our drink package at our venue includes a signature drink. The fiancé and I thought it would be a great idea to come up with our own signature drink rather than choose from one of their options. We included our wedding party and a lot of our friends who will be guests at the wedding.
Before the signature drink party, we had dinner because it was one of my friend’s/bridesmaid’s birthday. We took her to dinner and the signature drink party was sort of an after party for that.
I went to the liquor store Friday afternoon and basically bought one of everything. We laid it all out on the kitchen table. It was a lot; I wanted to make sure we could make a ton of different drink combinations to find the perfect one.
We had a blender, a bag of ice, and a measuring cup. We took turns making sample drinks. To make sure no one got alcohol poisoning, we sampled each drink from a shot glass, so no one had more than half an ounce of any one concoction.
Some of the drinks were really tasty. We ended up with three strong contenders. We’ll make them again with probably just the fiancé and our parents, pick one, and then name it something clever. Some of the drinks however weren’t so good. I was surprised that the fiancé made such terrible drinks. He usually has a very good taste for things.
Everything he suggests I add to food when I’m cooking turns out so well, but that talent didn’t exist with drinks. Good to know for future reference. If I ever see him going toward a bar with intentions to bartend, I will run and tackle him like we’re on some funny commercial or sitcom.
Not bad for a Friday night, I’m sure at least one person woke up wondering if they had a hickey or a bruise, so that will have to do.