Beware the Gimlet

It was all gracious living at the Sage & Rizz wedding this weekend. Such perfect weather. Such abundant ravioli. Such glowy glow sticks. Such generous bartending.

I'd never had a gimlet before. It looked so refreshing. I didn't know it was basically a big glass of vodka. One would have sufficed, but two practically sent me back to 1990. Thank heavens no one put The Immaculate Collection on the gramophone.