Dear reader, there has been many a time when I have checked my banking statement at been aghast at my own bartab. However, today, I was certain, certain that I had been Shanghai'd.
Last night some friends and I went to a very chi-chi frou-frou bar, which was quite lovely, amazing women, lovely decor, mean martinis... mean martinis...
However. Martinis were $12. I had one. One. One. Then I cashed out, and bought two Heines in cash.
I remember thinking that $3 would be too much of a tip, because that would be 25%, so I gave $2.50. My lovely and extremely aggressive reporter friend scoffed that I would tip so much for "such ghastly service I mean come on she took ten minutes to get your drink and did you SEE how much salt was in my margarita? Ugh I want to taste the tequila not go for a swim in the Dead Sea. Passover is tomorrow, I'll drink saltwater then."
Today I log onto my banking website:
$100.
Clearly, the bartendress (read: wench) was quite upset I did not get a table and spend $350 on bottle service, so she decided to meet me half way.
Unfortunately for her, the gracious folks at my bank have cancelled the entire fee, so I got one free martini.
Bar: 0
RG: One free martini.
Booya.
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