My friend Betchie found a groupon for a cocktail making workshop and asked us if we wanted to go. We couldn’t say yes fast enough. Is it obvious we’re that bored? They had options for different classes: (a) basic bartending masterclass, (b) the secret to Singapore sling, (c) cocktails from the movies, (d) halloween cocktail, (e) alcohol abuse, or (f) interactive Christmas cocktail. We chose option a, because none of us had any bartending skills to speak of and as Mary from The Sound of Music would say, we need to “start from the very beginning, a very good place to start.” (Yes I tend to think like my life is a musical. Just ask my friends.)
We scheduled it for the first Saturday we were available. The class was held in the merchant’s headquarters, in a cramped little room at the back. The three of us were late because it was raining and we woke up late and then had a hard time finding cabs, so as a result none of us could be in the same team. It worked out well, though. It was fun to meet new people. Each team was composed of three members, and in my team we were all girls. My teammates were composed of one Chinese girl who was working in Singapore for over a year now, and one Singaporean who was based in Vancouver but was in Singapore for a holiday with her family who is still based here. Right, I remembered those details except for their names. Oops. So for the rest of this blog I shall call them China and Canada, respectively, and this doesn’t mean that I’m racist or anything.
By the time I walked into class, some 30 minutes late, our instructor was halfway through explaining about the different bar equipment used in making cocktails:
|Our very own martini!|
|How to make my favorite cocktail|
|Our very own Cosmo!|
|How to make a mojito|
|Our very own mojito!|
There was one more prize, in the end, too. A certificate! Yey, I have another one to tack on to my wall.
But the learning experience itself, really. That’s a prize in itself.
|My fellow baristas hard at work|
|With my teammates China and Canada|
|With our instructor Neal (not his real name), and Betchie and Yves (their real names)|
And also, perhaps, being slightly drunk at 4 in the afternoon? That does kind of count as a prize, doesn’t it? 😀