Martinis at Midnight

The Raver Girl Martini

The Raver Girl Martini

As always insight comes to me in the latest hour of the evening. This evening is actually another early morning and I am writing this with my feet elevated up a wall, yes I am a very talented woman. I am sure you are wondering why my feet are up a wall? Well it has to do with the Raver Girl martini and the activities that I participated in after the consumption of this delightful martini. Now you will never find this martini on any bar or restaurant list known to man. This martini comes directly from my very dear friend (to protect his privacy we will call him) "Raoul" bartender extraordinaire! Aren’t all bartenders named Jack or Jo? So, Raoul and I go back many years and of course many martinis. One of Raoul’s favorite things is to see chicks dance, so he created.

“A martini that makes hot women dance all night long.”

The Raver girl martini is a unique combination of Mandrin Vodka and Cointreau. Which you would think is too much orange, however then you add BASE energy drink and a splash of 7-up, garnish this baby with a slice of orange rind and you are grooving for the rest of the evening. Just for all the Red Bull enthusiasts reading this column, NO! you can not use Red Bull as Raoul says "It is just not the same!" being that he is the martini artist I do agree. This is a truly amazing combination because this martini comes out tasting like the old 80’s candy Sweet/Tarts. It is very suitable considering on this evening I was out with my lovely girlfriend who is very sweet but given enough martinis she can turn into quite the tart.

Now she is one of those girlfriends that really have not experienced life to its fullest. We all have these friends who grew up way to fast, are old before their time and are always too responsible. They usually come from some kind of repressed upbringing, (usually a conforming religion) where having fun was bad or just not allowed. It is actually amazing that we are friends; I would like to say we stretch each others boundaries. She also has a lot of preconceived ideas about what things are, that she has not experienced. Like a Rave! Like most people she assumed that a Rave was a bunch of kids, tripped out on drugs, dancing to weird music to all hours of the morning. Which I am not denying it happens, however on this particular evening that was not the case.

There is a point in everyone’s life where the stress and pressure becomes so great that all you want to do is curl up in a ball and hide.

 

The point of a breakdown. Now we all do things to off-set this stress, some people drink, others do drugs, some pop another anti-depressant and some just crack. My solution is to dance! Dancing is the most primitive form of self expression! All cultures do it, even our ancestors did it. Dancing is always done at life’s celebrations: birth, marriage and death. Today’s form of dancing is the Rave. My personal definition of a Rave is a gathering of souls, where age, sex, color, religion, body shape, and social status do not matter. This gathering is a musical form of self expression in which everyone is equal and nothing matters expect the feeling of moving your body to the beat for as long as you need to release the stresses of the outside world.

On this evening we ended up having a few of Raoul’s martinis and by fluke found our way to a Rave, this was a miracle because she is usually in bed by 10pm and very rarely drinks, I swear the moon and stars where in alignment on this evening. She found herself in a room where she knew no one and it did not matter who she was. I watched in amazement as my pent up girlfriend let herself go, she was sweet and played the role of the flirt and tart. But what amazed me was that somehow she was actually living just in the moment and having fun! She was not conforming to the society around her; she was just expressing herself and loving every minute of it. I just smiled and giggled as I took a sip of my Raver girl martini and watched her dance the night away.

Conclusion:

As I walked home barefoot with my girlfriend, heels in hand. She babbled on about how she was so wrong about Rave’s and that she had never danced so much and had so much fun. She giggled when she said that she had never experienced such amazing music. I thought to myself that she is just like the Raver Girl martini, she is sweet and naïve most of the time but given enough stress and martinis she becomes the tart, who wants to experience everything in one night. But, it was really all about the pressure to conform to society, without the pressure would we still get to the point of breakdown? If we did not reach breakdown, then would we still have a reason to dance? Oh ya baby! But we would just rave more, but for all the right reasons, the celebrations of life!

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