Ketel/Rocks/Olives

Everyone has their “drink”; that one libation they turn to when at a bar, a restaurant, a club or even their own home. No matter what the situation – a rough day at work; the celebration of a friend’s engagement; recuperating after a break-up; or just absorbing the inertia of life – we all have that one, go-to cocktail that momentarily brings clarity and calm to the craziness of our lives.

My own “drink” is Ketel One [vodka] on the rocks, with olives. And in the five or so years I ordained this concoction my own, it has never failed me. The first few sips of a Ketel/rocks has a very sharp and biting taste. It’s tough to consume, and your body experiences an immediate shake-up as the cold vodka transfers from lips to tongue to throat.

But after a few minutes – after the Ketel coalesces with the melted ice and precipitous olives – there is nothing more satisfying in a highball glass. The taste is indescribable.

I realize glorifying an alcoholic beverage may make me appear, well… alcoholic. I assure you, this isn’t the case (at least, not Sundays through Thursdays). But the sooner you can identify those things in life that just seem to “fit” you (outside of your family and friends), the easier it is to pick up and absorb the other items in life that make it worth living.

Any time I walk into a bar, a pub, a restaurant or a lounge, I may not know where the night or even life may take me. But at least I know what I’ll be drinking…