Monday, January 7, 2008
Lent, and my uncle's girlfriend.
Last year my uncle's girlfriend was at a little get-together at some people's house and everyone was Catholic, so they were asking each other what they were giving up, and my uncle's girlfriend was like, "Martinis," and everyone started looking at each other, since they weren't sure if she was being a dick and martinis meant nothing to her, or if martinis meant a whole lot to her, in which case she'd have a big problem.
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As it turns out, she has a martini a day, in the evening, so she was giving up something big for herself. She told my uncle once that she gets tired a half hour of drinking the martini, so he measured the gin she was pouring in it, and he discovered she was giving herself 6-7 shots instead of the 2-3 she thought she was pouring.
She's a gin martini, drinker, by the way, not vodka. She loves a nice gin and curacao martini, she said. I think I'm going to have to try one of those next time I'm at martini night.
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