Friday Night Revelations: the Gimlet, Pimm’s Cup, Beyonce’s Short Film; And #FBF Janice Dickinson Talks Modeling In 1981

I would feel really bad asking a bartender to make me another drink if I hated the taste, which happened when I ordered my first martini back in Quincy, MA. I remember it being some kind of Grape-Lemonade mix and the just the sip was so bitter, I was mortified that anyone was capable of finishing it and that $15 down on the dancefloor.