Well, whatever. He wasn't supposed to turn thirty eight yesterday. I had no idea. Really. So we encouraged him to be joyous and disreputable.
With the friendliest intent.
THE 'NICKY'
Shot of Campari. Equal parts crisp white wine and soda water. Ice cubes.
And a cigar.
Everything except the smoke was kind of refreshing.
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