The Not-So-Cosmopolitan Alison

The first time I ever had a Cosmopolitan I was the lead makeup artist at a fashion show.  Unfortunately, no one warned me that a Cosmopolitan is essentially a Martini in disguise, so six or seven of these delicious drinks later, I was proclaiming with great drunken enthusiasm that the show was an absolute “Tour de Force”  for the client.

Woke up the next day with a headache from Hell and this embarrassing, indelible memory.  Lesson learned – if I don’t know exactly what it is that I am drinking, I don’t drink it on the job.