I don’t always go to the liquor store, but when I do, there is always a story to tell.
And New Year’s Eve, is the time for me to tell you a Lydia-goes-to-the-liquor-store story!
The roommates and I always frequent the shop and stop and A&P on Putnum Ave for our essentials.
So, if we’re partying, the easiest liquor store happens to be Val’s across the street.
It soon became my favorite stop because everyone is so friendly and willing to help you there. I've gotten several great wine and champagne recommendations. This is also where I went to get boxes when I moved.
The back story to this story, is that Greenwich is quite the fancy place. Particularly on the financial side of things, it took some adjusting on my end. Right around this point in time, I had been balancing my check book and making a budget for myself for the months to come.
On this particular day, Peter, Griffin, Caitlin, and I all decided that we were going to have a Mexican night, which obviously means we are going to make mojitos.
I happened to run into Caitlin and Griffin right before waltzing in to Val's.
As we were perusing, a nice man came up to us and asked, "Can I help you?"
"We're looking for rum for mojitos tonight..." I responded with some spunk and excitement.
At this point he started to ramble a little bit, and we all went back and forth about whether we could make this particular drink with dark rum, which we were also resolved to purchase, or if we needed to buy a second kind of clear rum. All this because they didn't have the brand of clear rum I expected them to have.
The gist of his response was this; "Okay, well I don't know how much you're making or how much you're wanting to spend, but here are a few options: we have this bottle here, but there is a smaller bottle here. But, I don't know how much you're wanting to spend."
We may not have provided a sufficient enough response to this, so he inquired further; "Well, how much are you making?"
You may have followed HIS train of thought just fine to this point; however, you may not have followed mine because all of a sudden my check-balancing mind flipped out and I got a little embarrassed and flustered as to why he would ask such a question.
Widening my eyes a little, I responded very frankly and somewhat abruptly, "Uh. Not enough to live here."
Understandably, this was greeted by the man, Griffin, and Caitlin by an awkward pause.
Griffin subtly cupped his hand to his mouth and leaned very slightly toward me and said, "I think he means rum, Lydia."
My eyes were now larger and my face was bright red, "OH."
To which the Val's man responded in the kindest way possible, "Oh!" he said beginning to laugh, "I like the way you think! ME either, for that matter!!"
I then proceeded to work on my invisibility skills, which, needless to say, I have never successfully mastered.
After this fiasco, we headed to the front counter with two bottles of rum. The girl behind the counter rang us up and the three of us started some banter about who got to pay, and the girl interjected; " Do I need to ID you? How old are you?"
And in fine Lydia fashion I blurted, "OH! TWENTY ONE!"
Another awkward silence, and I followed up with, "...I mean... twenty-four."
I then relinquished my ID, and the man who had helped us piped up and said,
"She's having a rough day...."
My poor roommates simply rolled their eyes affectionately and took me by the arm and escorted me home. But we made some really cute raspberry mojitos that night.
THIS! illustration is of the pretties bar ever. And if you don't love it, you're lying.
The drapes, the Christmas decorations, the orange trees, the pretty drinks, and the pink stools!
I love pretty bars and pretty cocktails; all the more because I don't have to embarrass myself by for whatever reason feeling so compelled to divulge anything too personal to the bartender.
Just slip him my ID and my credit card, and sip away on that pink drink in front of me.
With my impending departure from Greenwich and the greater New York City area I have a bucket list of pretty restaurants and bars to attend before April! I mean I do design restaurants and bars after all.
Now calling all restaurateurs and bars who want to tend this bar. Let's make it happen in 2015, shall we?
So we end 2014, with an adieu to my far-too-honest conversations with men in liquor stores, and look forward to the classy moments in 2015 where I will not make such faux pas!
Thanks for reading my ridiculous stories on this blog, and laughing along with me-- or at me in this situation-- here's to you in 2015!!
Happy New Year!!!