New York City is built on a river of alcohol. Around a bend in that river hides the perfect, crystal-clear Martini. Delicious. Life sustaining. With olives.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Barfly’s quest is to find that martini. We don’t know how long this will take, if our lips will ever brush that glorious glass, but we soldier on, night after night.
In the meantime, the currents are swift. The path can get choppy at times, even dangerous. It takes a lot to negotiate these waters, and we wouldn’t want our loving audience to be left without a map. So, gentle reader, we do this for you. There is plenty to toast to on our journey. There is also plenty to watch out for. If you stick with us, you’re sure not to lose your way.
Your Enabler, Forever,
Barfly
P/S – We’re also doing this for fame, any money you care to give us, and “action” (interpret as you will). We would have worked this into our missive, but we figured it would make those sentimental types among you less likely to put out.
P/S/S – Ask about our enabling services.
P/S/S/S – We’re always looking for comrades in arms who can “blog” with their right hand while stirring a Caprina with their left. If you’re interested in contributing, email us. We promise to only judge you a little bit.
P/S/S/S/S – Kisses!
