If you have important business to discuss or actual decisions to make, you ought to attend to all that before your first Tic-Tac-Taxi cocktail at Lost Lake. After that, plans will grow loose and expansive, and conversation will start to go like, “Oh my god, this is the most perfect cocktail I’ve ever had in my life. What the fuck is in this?” The answer? Rum, rum and more rum. You will want a second one, but please accept that the productive part of your meeting has ended. You will want a third, but try to avoid that; if you give in, the friendly server will bring three straws so you can share with your bandmates. (Freda Love Smith)
