One of the many cool perks of working in publishing is having anywhere between 1-7 excuses to drink on a Monday night thanks to a slew of press events. This past Monday, I was dazzled by the esteemed Harold Pratt house (Don’t worry, I had to google it too) at a celebration for Glenfiddich‘s The Original launch party.
My friend Shallon and I entered the not-so-humble Park avenue abode, bracing ourselves for an evening of whiskey-infused merriment. Not being a whiskey drinker (Sorry…every guy ever), I was bracing myself for an evening of soda water. Instead, I met two cocktails I’m seriously lusting over. Now, you can too (though hopefully not on a Monday):
Oh and just because: