At a conference on the bay, I was spoiled by a constant presence of libations: dark coffee with real cream, Mighty Leaf hot tea, tiny soda bottles on ice, and sweating silver pitchers of water. Somehow, a drink in hand, any drink, makes chatting with strangers easier.
Drinks and "what do you dos" should come even more easily at the nonsponsored evening networking mixer, right?, considering alcohol is involved. I was disappointed.
$11 later, a tiny glass packed with ice in hand, I slurped up the vapors of gin and tonic before even stepping away from the black cloaked bar-stand.
Lucky for me, G was busy crushing fresh cranberries for my arrival home.






