Can you hear those glasses chilling?
We might never know how utterly charming, brilliant and entertaining we are were it not for martinis.

I’m not talking a cup of cheap gin splashed over an ice cube. I’m talking satin, fire and ice; Fred Astaire in a glass; surgical cleanliness, insight.. comfort; redemption and absolution. I’m talking MARTINI. Now that’s what I’m taking about.
I want to be a superhero. Maybe I’ll be a bartending superhero who shakes martinis to save the world.
How many Republicans does it take to change a light bulb? Three. One to mix the martinis, one to change the light bulb, and one to reminisce about how good the old one was.
Unlike an aperitif, which is soft and bitter and prepares your body for a meal, a Martini is a cocktail. A cocktail is a social anaesthetic. It marks the end of the work day by ensuring that you’ll be in no condition to return to work or to even discuss it coherently after drinking a few of them – it’s not socially acceptable to walk out the office and shoot each other with a tranquilliser dart, so instead we have a Martini.
Who knew
Today is National Martini Day! Once again, the world seems to have fallen in line and now celebrates our National Martini Day today as well. Well, why not celebrate now.
It’s never too early for a martini, it just has to be GIN (preferably Bombay Sapphire) and bone dry (and for god sake, don’t swallow the toothpick!)



