To tell the truth, I’m horrified at the idea of flavoured Martinis in the first place. Oh sure, it was a kick ten years ago at Delilahs (I never DID get all the way through the Martini menu, at least, not that I recall…) but when one is a grownup one should not order Bartender’s Rootbeer and the ilk except on Eighties Night. And one most certainly should not call it a Martini.
Nonetheless, this is one scary-accurate quiz. Oogatz! It knows me as well as my best friends (you can tell they’re my best friends because I let them pick up the tab).
You Are a Chocolate Martini
A bit of a cheapskate, you’re likely to mooch ten dollar drinks off both friends and strangers.
You should never: Drink and dash. You’re gonna get caught leaving someone with the tab!
Your ideal party: A posh celebrity party you crash, with an open bar.
Your drinking soulmates: those with a Classic Martini personality
Your drinking rivals: those with a Blueberry Martini personality
“A bit of a cheapskate, you’re likely to mooch ten dollar drinks off both friends and strangers.”
Inaccurate. Saying you’re a bit of a cheapskate is like saying the Titanic had a rather rough crossing.
You Are a Classic Martini
You area sophisticated drinker, who knows that simple quality is over-rated.
You’re a knowledgeable drunk, but sometimes you’re a know-it-all when you’re blasted.
You should never: Drink and gossip. You tend to forget who’s standing right behind you!
Your ideal party: Has a real bartender. But no one mixes a better drink than you.
Your drinking soulmates: those with a Chocolate Martini personality
Your drinking rivals: those with a Margarita Martini personality
And I thought I was a drunken asshole. Go figure.
You are a dirty martini: You are a sexy, sometimes belligerent, over the top drunk.
You tend to get in a lot of trouble. When you drink, there are no rules.
You should never: Drink in the company of strangers. Seriously.
Your ideal party: Is so good you black out in the middle of it.
Your drinking soulmates: Those with a Margarita Martini personality.
Your drinking rivals: Those with an Orange Martini personality
Wow. It demanded that I immediately email my car keys.
max, you sound like a lot of fun. FFE, obviously you and I should go drinking sometime. Bunk, you are obviously in a class by yourself.
Metro, I understand that last time there was three-quarters of an inch of vodka left cluttering up your freezer. If you buy gin next time I come by, I can guarantee there will be no unsightly bottles in your freezer by the time I leave.
Well, it says I’m a blueberry martini, which really doesn’t fit me at all. But then, I guess that’s what happens when an almost-non-drinker, who’s never even had a freaken martini!, takes a drinking quiz.
Please pass the brandy…. orange, if you would..
OT: RAIN! I think I found a guy! I think I found a guy.
I’m going to dance around, like a freak, ’cause I think
I found a guy! A straight forward fellow with a sexy voice at that! Going to meet him on the weekend (I’ll
email you. Eventually.), and hopefully in the near future
this girl will finally get laid by someone other than the ex.
Um, hello to everyone else. *waves* Just sharing my happy news. Especially uplifting after finding out that my first love has been a crack addict for the past decade.
He’s so far gone he may as well get it over with and shoot himself in the head. But I’m happy!
Well, congratulations! Let me know how it goes. Sexy voices go a looooong way in my book.
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