Ginuary 6th: Hendrick’s, St-Germain and soda.

Because sometimes you spend your whole day running around Manhattan and end up in a cinema session that doesn’t finish until 11:30pm because it’s bloody Scorsese and then the cinema has turned off the elevators since you got a ride up to the fourth floor so you’re stuck on the fourth floor of a Manhattan cinema at 11:45pm wondering if it’s time to settle in for a sleepover and there’s really no time to look for a proper drink so you screech into the Scottish pub across the road from where you’re staying at 11:58pm and they don’t really have any cocktail menu at all apart from a lot of scotch but at least when they offer to make you the best rudimentary gin cocktail they can do they use Hendrick’s because Scottish. Ok, fine, whatever.

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(It’s so frustrating how often this exact scenario happens, am I right?)