Bartending school dropouts

Carmen’s 22nd birthday called for something more sophisticated than beer pong, so Sarah volunteered her apartment and I volunteered to help with cocktails. How hard could it be?

Bartending school dropouts

Turns out there’s a significant difference between “splash of lime juice” and “half the bottle.” Also learned that shaking a martini shaker without the top properly secured creates what I’m calling “abstract art” on Sarah’s ceiling. Carmen documented our complete failure to follow a simple cosmopolitan recipe while doubled over laughing.

We eventually gave up on anything requiring actual technique and stuck to wine. Carmen loved her gift though - a running journal I found at Barnes & Noble - and declared our bartending disaster the best entertainment she’d had all semester.

The aftermath of our mixology disaster.

Next year we’re definitely hiring a professional. Or at least someone who’s actually been to a bar before.