Martinis at Midnight

The Flirtini Martini

The Flirtini Martini

As always insight comes to me in the latest hour of the evening. However this late evening was more like an early morning, because it ended at 5am. Now it is not like I make a habit of staying up until the wee hours but certain events call for the extended evening.
This evening was a fabulous 35th birthday celebration of my very dear friend. In the spirit of celebrating we decided to throw a fantastic martini party. The party was amazing, lots of beautiful people, great martinis and the twist was that everyone had to arrive as their alter-ego. You can only imagine what came through the door. I asked the bartenders to create a martini that best represented the birthday girl; the winner was the Flirtini, a stellar combination of Absolute Vodka with pineapple juice and the beautiful addition of Champagne. You put Champagne in anything and a woman is going to love it.

Now you may think that this is just a chick martini but the gentlemen were enjoying these just as much as the women, maybe it was the alter-ego thing. Whatever the reason the martinis were going down really well. You always know you are at a good party when something goes down and this party was no exception. As the night went on more and more interesting people came through the door, the bartenders were mixing away and the music was groovy. Our hostess with the mostess was drinking her Flirtini and making her way around the room in a true flirty fashion. I stood back in true admiration as I watched her laugh with the women, flatter the men and bubble her way from group to group making everyone feel welcome and special. Our hostess was sweet and loved so many people but her close friends knew that she was tough and her newest motto was calling people on their shit. We laughed because it seemed the older she got, the stronger her martini and the less crap she put up with.

Tonight was no different, the shit went down when the "loser" (for lack of a better title) entered the room, she was in mid conversation as he strolled by and mumbled some bad excuse for being 4 hours late to bartend. No phone call or apology for being late just the line "I just woke up". Well the sweetness wore off really quickly and was replaced by the ...

“I don’t take any shit, vodka woman.”

 

She smiled and politely asked him to use the door he had just come through but this time could he be walking out instead. The "loser" looked baffled he asked "you want me to leave?" her reply was priceless, "wow you are really quick, bye bye" with a wave of her hand.

The room was silent; all eyes were on the "loser". People were perplexed the hostess had never kicked anyone out before, this was shocking. We all wondered what he had done. The loser retreated and left, who wouldn’t after being humiliated in front of group of hot women. The women all turn and cheered for the hostess; they could not believe she had roasted this guy. After my laugher had calmed down I asked what the hell he did. She replied "I have reached my mid 30’s and I am no longer putting up with any disrespect! If I am titled a "bitch" then so be it!" Was this her or her alter-ego? With a sip of her martini she explains that she had relations with the "loser" and then when she ran into him a few days later he had blown her off. What is with the guy who can not talk to you once you have had sex? I thought we had grown out of the weirdness in our 20’s but obviously not. What she was truly pissed about was the rudeness, who commits to working a party and shows up 4 hours late? Who shags someone and then blows them off?
A "loser"! A person who needs to be taught some respect!

Conclusion:

As the party continued on until the early hours, so did the consumption of the Flirtini, I realized that we all have an alter-ego, a part of us that we keep hidden until the martini helps bring it out. I also realized that I did truly admire our hostess because she did not keep her alter-ego buried. She was not afraid of calling people on poor behavior or anything else for that matter. Our hostess was just like the Flirtini, she had the sweetest of the pineapple, and she definitely possessed the bubble like the champagne. But the best was she also had the strength like the vodka to put an ego loving "loser" in his place, which was just outside her door.

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