May 19 2003: We went down South for Laura's annual spring party and stayed at a nearby resort that had 27 little cabins with private decks and views, all with cute names going from A-Z: "Adventurous", "Blissful", "Calming"... etc. Ours was up on the mountain so we were towards the end of the alphabet: "Y-not". I got to taste my first Amaretto Sour and also asked for "something like a Cosmopolitan but with some raspberry flavor to it, if you can". This was interpreted as "make me a full-strength martini and then put a hefty shot of Chambord in". All of which made for an interesting walk in the dark later.
