But really, I have to say that the drinking problems of the Brits are very much connected to the families over there.
Those people that I knew with Mom and Dad in the picture turned out great!
Yeah, I was into Manhattans. They were sweet and GOOD!
When I was growing up, we went out to dinner every Sunday night at a ‘nice’ restaurant. You know, little girls all dressed up in patent leather Mary Janes and ruffled socks, the whole bit. My parents would always have a cocktail. I remember begging and begging for the cherry in my dad’s drink. He said “You don’t want that, you won’t like it” but all I could see was a maraschino cherry that was going to waste.
He finally gave it to me. YEEECCCCHH.