Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Spring means spring cocktails and the loss of my dignity

Posted by Owen Morris on Tue, Apr 14, 2009 at 12:00 PM

It is sad that the New York Times liquor blog Proof is closing shop after four months and 40 posts. It dealt with alcohol in serious ways (such as in its first post) but also with a sophisticated pizzazz.

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One of the posts I was waiting to highlight was written last month. "Your signature cocktail" talks about how what you order says a lot about you as a person -- but so does what you don't order but secretly would like to. As someone who harbors secret desires for fruity drinks and sugar cocktails I know exactly what the author is talking about.

In the winter I am a scotch, whiskey and dark beer guy. Manly choices that I just happen to love. I also like the the James Bond suave feeling you get from ordering a fine scotch "neat" and having knowledgeable people at the bar turn their heads, often with a nod that says in a nonvocal way "you're OK."

Then spring arrives. As the weather warms, my taste regresses to that of an 18-year-old sorority girl. Now I belly up to the bar and turn heads, but from people wanting to see the wimp ordering a mimosa. Or the condescending waitress who lets me know that frozen margaritas still have tequila in them.

Actually, only one waitress has ever been condescending towards my drink choice but others let me know it in indirect ways.

Mimosas,

vodka tonics and frozen margaritas are my spring drinks and I bet there

are a lot of otherwise sophisticated drinkers out there who like them

too but don't order them because of the social implications. At a family gathering last summer I spent the day with a

cousin my age who I hadn't seen in several years. Always

quasi-rivals, we met at a bar that had wild-cherry margaritas on

special. I wanted to order one but didn't want my cousin to think of me as a light-liquor sort of guy. I ended up drinking beer instead.

Yes, it's

completely irrational but so is not ordering a drink for fear of what

people think. I have to remind myself of the same advice I give people who don't indulge in guilty pleasures: If a person is completely judging you by a drink, you don't want to know that person anyway. So loosen up this spring. Go ahead, man -- order the frozen

strawberry daiquiri. I

promise me and my mimosa won't smirk.

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Owen, you crack me up. I love this post.

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