My Manhattan

Cocktail party

Long dresses

Black ties

Fake smiles

Polite nods

Posh voices

Smug people

Need drink

Find bar

Chunky glass

Big Ice

Bulleit Rye

Sweet vermouth 

Angostura bitters

Stir clockwise

Thirty times

Luxardo cherries 

Leave standing

Gently chill

Lift glass

Eyes shut

Sip slowly

Smell aromas

Savor flavors

Forward tasing

Slightly bitter

Strong sweet

Rinse mouth

Slow swallow

After taste

Slow burn

Alcoholic buzz

Eyes open

People mingling

Mundane conversation

Glass caressed

Boring party

Stupid people

No escape

Second sip

Eyes closed

Longer savor 

Slow rinse

Gentle swallow

Drifting off

Eyes shut

Floating gently

Ears blocked

No chatter

Manhattan bliss

Rude awakening

Shaken shoulder

Wife annoyed

Wake up!

Guests frown

Eyes open

Start chatting

Mumble mumble

Boring boring

Smiling nodding

Pretend listening

Mind elsewhere

Eyes open 

Third sip

Large gulp

Finish drink

Fast burn

Boring party

Wife agrees

Leave fast

Go home

Open door

Sit down

Wife retires

Make drink

Same recipe

Different environment

My glass

My Bourbon

My Vermouth

My ice

My music

My place

My time

My company

My life

My Manhattan

To the bitter end

I was taught from an early age to always be prepared

Keep your home well stocked

Never run out of toilet paper

Always have a few cold beers in the fridge

Keep the bar well stocked in case of unexpected guests

We tend to buy replacement liquor before the bottle gets empty

There is however one exception

Angostora bitters never run out so why bother buying a backup

The bottle has an oversize lable that completely covers the contents

Rumor has it the label was printed oversize in error

They decided to stick with it as a gimmick

I do not buy into that theory at all

I think the bottle contains a magic beetle 

That absorbs water from the air

And feeds on some tropical plant that grows in there too

The beetle secretes a bitter liquid

That’s why your bottle of bitters will never run out 

Yesterday we had guests and I made a Manhattan

I followed my usual recipe

Starting with one of those oversize ice cubes in a glass

I poured in some Bulleit Rye and Dollans red vermouth

Then I started to add 4 drops of Angostura bitters

But horror of horrors only three drops came out

I tried shaking and squeezing the bottle to no avail

For the first time in my life I witnessed the end of the bitters

Perhaps the magic beetle just died of old age

He had lived a long happy life inside that bottle

Providing bitters for me to share with friends and family

He did us proud

Right up to the bitter end

from cocktails to heaven

its cocktail hour

pour stiff one

reflect on day

light conversation

light hors d’oeuvres

whet the appetite

dinner in the oven

aromas fill kitchen

roast garlic scent

fresh chopped herbs

smells leak out

towards dining room

drinks evaporate fast

pour second one

peek in oven

baked salmon happy

looks so divine

back to conversation

enquire about dinner

origin of recipe

source of ingredients

fresh local vegetables

from farm stand 

fish from boat

farm to table

sea to plate

finish hors d’oeuvres

cocktail last sip

open wine bottles

dinner is served

pour wine slowly

pause a moment

look at plate

hold hands together

give sincere thanks

compliment chef

taste salmon

slow blink

eat vegetables

slow blink

sip wine

close eyes

gone to heaven

open eyes

not a dream

drink wine

eat salmon

sip water

still in heaven