I already know what it's like to order a $ 20 cocktail at the Hudson, to get giddy
on prosecco at the Pier, to feel fuzzy after too many glasses of red at a wine bar
on the Upper East
Side, to shoot astronauts in Brooklyn (don't ask), to get
drunk from some random spicy home - brew at a speak - easy in the East Village, to slurp sickly
sweet maraschino
drinks at the Dominican joint in Queens, to share a bottle of Patron with
on - duty parking lot attendants in SoHo (again, don't ask), and of course, the rounds of the seemingly requisite mimosas at brunch.
We can start thinking about all the warm days ahead that include days spent pool
side, evenings grilling out and
sweet summertime spent
on the patio with a refreshing
drink in hand.