If you ask some people, they might tell you I literally grew up with a classy drink in my hand, but that’s not really the case.
I think the first true drink I had was when I was 23 and living in Monterey, California. I had just gotten out there and was still busy exploring the beauty of the downtown district and the wharf when I came upon a very upscale …
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