The first thing I learned about living in Los Angeles is that a cocktail is never just a cocktail. It’s an accessory, a lifestyle, and an experience. A sparkling coupe of something pink and floral tucked into your hand says as much about your night as your outfit does.
Back when I first turned 21, I was a strictly shots girl. Vodka if I didn’t care, tequila if I wanted to pretend I did. I used to think drinking was simple: you took a shot, you felt the burn, you danced until your feet ached, and you ended the night with greasy food that tasted way better than it should have at 3a.m. That was my rhythm before, and honestly, I thought that was all nightlife would ever be: blurry, fast, and fueled by whatever was cheapest and strongest.
Then I moved to Los Angeles—head over to the link in bio to read the full story.
