This is a milestone in Dot’s life. And if you get spooked by people talking about themselves in the third person, please stop reading now.
So Dot had a Jagermeister today. For the uninitiated, that’s pronounced “Yeah-ger-meis-ter”. The drama started when she asked Jay to order something she would never ever try. The setting was El Gaucho, some 1920s style bar where Jay and his posse were celebrating Mark’s birthday.
Dot should have guessed something was up when the bartender pulled up three shot glasses and poured a dark liquid from a bottle that has a cross on the label. A cross, people.
That’s the sign you have to make with your hands before you down the drink.
This is not a sipper, as Dot discovered. She sipped politely until she was politely told to drink it in one go. Birthday boy Mark took it and drank it faster than you could say Jagermeister. Jay did the same and did a caveman-like “Yawp” before exclaiming, “Good for the slopes!”
For the record, Dot thinks the drink tastes like cough medicine. She remembers nothing more.
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