'My' bartenders at The Honda Center

 

 I'm not sure what this says about me, hopefully it says "I'm loyal" and "I'm a people person" and not "I'm a lush," but I miss my bartenders at The Honda Center. This is Stephen and Blake.  Every game I order (at least) one drink from them.

Stephen and I have this thing we do. I put on my tiara attitude and launch into a very complicated order for a lemon drop martini, which they don't now, nor probably will ever, serve at the Honda Center. 

 Me: (Big, dumb smile) I'll have a lemon drop martini; shake it four times longer than usual, please. 

 Stephen: (Nothing) 

Me: Pour it in a big cup with an extra twisty lemon peel... 

Blake: (Eye roll)

Stephen: (Nothing) 

Me: I like an enormous amount of sugar on the rim, please. Like it's just falling off all over. (Big exaggerated imitation of sugar hopelessly falling off the rim.) 

Stephen: (Pause) Security!!! 

Man, that never gets old. 

The guys in line behind me waiting to order their beer don't think it's as funny as we do.

Comments

[traceyclark]

Lemon drops at a hockey game? Who knew? A Blue Moon (or 2) for me and I'm a happy camper.

[Andrea Memenas]

You're the most high-maintenance, low-maintenance person I know. Love the new blog. Your rule (as if that's news).