She worked for one of the liquor companies, one of the women who wear ridiculously small clothes and give out free merchandise on weekend nights at local bars. She enticed our group to offer her our email addresses in exchange for free drinks. Shots, she said, which were delivered in martini glasses with maraschino cherries. As she sloshed the drinks this way and that, she apologized, “I’m not very good at this – I’ve never really served before.”

As my companion received a full drink, in her lap, she looked at the server and offered this tip, “Really just need to keep the glass upright.”