Victoria is a lovely city. I wandered around…and quickly became bored by shopping.
Something’s happened to me: I seem to have lost the shopping gene!
Since I didn’t want to blow the budget on retail therapy, I decided to cross an item off my bucket list–a martini at the Empress. I’ve never had a martini, but I’ve seen smooth operators like James Bond and Don Draper drink enough of them that I felt like an expert going in.
My martini was crisp and cold and smooth, and went down surprisingly quickly.
The waitress asked if I wanted another.
“I’m not sure,” I said, trying to look suave and sophisticated. “This was my first ever martini!”
Her eyes widened. “That’s three ounces of alcohol. If you have another one, you’ll be a mess!”
I thanked my wise, one martini waitress and gave her a big tip.
Later that afternoon, I had another learning experience: a martini is not a good lunch substitute, especially if you’ve skipped breakfast.
As I know from past experience, my shopping inhibitions fall away in the presence of alcohol.
The next morning when I woke up feeling buyer’s remorse (and a slight headache), I discovered the small, cutesy boutiques I frequented don’t offer cash refunds like the big chain stores.
Sigh. I either need to quit drinking or give up the recreational shopping.