At the Doubletree in Norwalk I spied Aperol set just back enough from the liquor lights appropriately desultory in the hotel bar(Safire), post a closing shift opening the new store in Westport(Martha put in an appearance)...
...turns out I was the first to order it, ever: "free, then?" I asked. The dour bartender smirked, spat(he didn't actually spit, but I thought he might...you as well could cop an attitude working in a busy hotel bar. My favorite was the Bulgarian woman who looked forward to seeing us each night, came into the store a couple times, even)
Ahhh...aperol...you reach for the heights of Campari, slither, return to Robitussin.
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Christopher Gordon on November 11th, 2009, 9:26 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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