In my storied drinking career I never once had a martini, never really bothered with hiding behind allusions of class and distinction.
Wow, that's pretty cold, Lonestar.
Speaking only for myself, I enjoy the odd martini because I like the taste and, as has been discussed previously, the relaxing, smooth buzz that comes with sipping
one. Maybe two at the most. When I do enjoy one, I'm most likely kicking back on my patio in shorts, t-shirt and bare feet. I never drink to get...how did you put it? Comatose?
Hiding behind allusions of class and distinction, indeed.