I give myself an A for effort but a FAIL for getting the proper drink ordered for my 30th Vegas Vacation goal.

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I'm not going to blame the cocktail server who was very friendly and competent or the barkeep that prepared this perfectly respectable martini, it was just not what I wanted and I have nobody to blame but myself.

'A dry martini please, 3 parts Gordon's gin, 1 part Vodka, Lillet Vermouth and a thin slice of lemon. Shaken *DRAMATIC PAUSE* not stirred.'

That's all I had to say. I've memorized that sentence since I was 12 I think but what I said was, "Yeah uhh, could I get a gin AND vodka martini with a lemon thing? hee hee hee"

What the heck was that?

It resulted in a non James Bond martini, tasted good, sure, but my stained t-shirt while I played penny slots was a far cry from a tuxedo and high stakes baccarat.

Ahh, such is life, someday I'll make this happen no matter how many evil masterminds try to stop me!