I once
spent a day creating cocktails, under the pretence of being at work (I was paid for it, at least).

We took over a bar, had access to the entire range of drink they carried and, with about 5 bottles of the cognac we were trying to invent new cocktails for, made countless different concoctions.

I'd love to enlighten you with recipes for fantastic drinks, but the last thing I remember is arriving at the bar. I think I was swept into the street along with all other rubbish at the end of the evening, and the following few days are a complete blank.

I love my job sometimes.
( Moey, Fri 12 Sep 2008, 11:02, Reply)