A glass of champagne, three martinis, a goblet of wine, and two gin and tonics. Yup, that’s what I consumed last night. For a gal who usually imbibes two drinks a week, that may be viewed as a slight binge. But it was Artini! The one night a year where you can pound down 12 different martinis in a posh museum and it’s totally okay. Encouraged even.
I’ve been on the Steering Committee of the Corcoran Museum’s young donor group for a couple years now, and one of the most entertaining things we do is throw a big shindig called Artini. Mixologists around the city compete to make the artiest most delectable martini in town and then we dress up and chug them all for four hours. It’s a genius idea.
As I’ve had some Artini nights where I ended up minus a zillion brain cells, I decided to properly prep for this one, which meant eating like a linebacker. Luckily I had just come off my insanely long run a few hours before so I was totally okay eating enough food for a family of five before heading over to the event. And thank god I did. Because all of a sudden, I had a new found appetite for gin. Who knew what a delightful beverage it is.
Luckily, it’s all in the name of a good cause. Sure, while at work today I was kind of cursing the gods of distilled grain, but getting sloshed among the masterpieces with good company and seven pounds of body shimmer on was certainly worth the hangover!