Tell a bartender "Better make it a double".

Another brush with success, and the waiter was most obliging. (He was the sort who passes, doubles back, leans in, cocks head, raises eyebrows to ask “More?” or “Anything else?” in the universal language of waiterese.
I gestured to the small plate before me, smiled, raised hand just so: he nodded and returned with another serving. It was almost the same thing, I told myself, but a few minutes later I realized I was living a lie.
A goal is a goal. Self-actualization.

But it was a coffee bar, and I was ordering an espresso for someone else, so I’m not getting off so easily. The goal of living authentically rings loudly in my ears.

Trouble is, I have a passion for rather fey drinks like bellinis… who really saunters into and thumps fist on a bar and asks for a double bellini?

Then again, why not? 2009 – the year of living dangerously!