BROKER’S GIN—Part 6!
My Fellow Inebriates,
I suspect Julia Gale of Broker’s Gin likes me quite a bit.
I know, I know, that’s not very modest, but she’s sent me some very lovely messages lately. True, they’re mostly reassurances that I’m not forgotten—*sniff*—even though Martin Dawson and Andy Dawson couldn’t fit me into their Vancouver business trip.
The important thing is that they accomplish their mission: reestablishing Broker’s Gin on the BCLS shelves.
Whether or not they succeed, I feel that Julia and I have definitely established a solid friendship. And whatever they are paying her at Broker’s Gin…they should double it. No, triple it.
Just look at some of our conversation snippets:
“refined and distinguished”
“recovering from the compliments”
“bed and/or sofa-ridden”
“cavity searching in my absence”
“between Barry White and a pornstar”
“slippery with velvet paw pads”
All right, so I might have said a lot of those things…but I still think Julia gets me somehow.
I think she genuinely wants me to drink gin.