![]() ![]() Dre was also the first mixologist I ever met. ![]() He was a relatively smooth fellow with a laid-back demeanor who was always as pleasant as he was curious. Enter Dre.ĭre had just moved to Baltimore from upstate New York. The vodka drinker who wore stained tank-tops under leather jackets and ordered like, "Yo sis, let me get an Absolute-double with cranberry," or "Gimme a vodka and OJ when you get a chance, bro! And no, I don't care if the OJ you use is Sunny D, even though I don't know what Sunny D actually is! Bro!"Īnd I'd sip and sip my disgusting drink, enjoying the burn or at least I thought. I was already a vodka drinker, but the worst kind of vodka drinker. I was already a vodka drinker, but the worst kind of vodka drinker.īut before I become the kind of annoying wine guy who wears a silk scarf tied around his neck, accessorized with high-fashion loafers or mules and quality denim –– I must first praise and give proper goodbye to the vodka gimlet.ĭre with the dreads was the person who gifted me with the concoction that changed everything. ![]()
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