James my dear, after months of training, countless nights of intoxication, I am now confident you can handle the big bad bar on your own.
You see, I first found poor James, tail between his hungover legs, with this sad Eldridge receipt in January and decided to give him some straight talk on ordering cocktails.
My bottom line went like this:
Stick to “rocks” or “neat” boys. It might also lend credibility to the fact you have balls ;)
Click here to see how the whole thing went down.
A month later he came to my birthday soiree and became friends over a Goose on the rocks. Since then he’s been undergoing rigorous training. And now it’s time to unleash him into the jungle of Manhattan for the Macallan Twitter Tasting tomorrow night.
Knowing I’m a Macallan fan, their PR peeps invited me to come live twitter the tasting, but I thought this would be a good time for James to show us what he’s learned. Macallan is honored to have my young grasshopper attend, but still want me in the wings in case he needs an emergency direct tweet.
God only knows what we will say in 140 characters….hahaha.