August 10
I waited tables the summer before I started grad school, and I actually didn’t really mind it. You meet lots of people, make decent money, and stay in pretty good shape. The bane of my existence as a waittress, excuse me – server, however, was the martinis. It turns out that this girl is completely incapable of delivering a brimming martini to its gin-thirsty recipient fully-intact.
That’s why I loved these glasses at Ikea (Yes, I had to go back again yesterday. No, they still didn’t have our furniture in stock. Yes, it is a two-hour drive.). They’re just so… tall! But here’s what I’m wondering: If it’s this unspillable, then does it really still qualify as a bona-fide martini?!
