As all great stories begin, alcohol was involved. Seriously. Swig Sour began one night after one too many glasses of wine. I have always been a strictly wine girl, and I was moaning about not know more about cocktails. Yes, you read that right. I was drinking alcohol complaining about not knowing more about other alcohols. Not only did I decide at that very minute, to start learning about different cocktails, but I also needed to write about it.
Is there anything worse, then a mopey, slightly drunk woman, sad with first world problems, and with a credit card, who can’t just do anything half-way? Yeah, nothing else comes to mind.