It seems to me that drunk people are really no fun at all unless you yourself are drunk as well. And that's even less fun, really.

When making a martini, a "shaken" martini is mixed with crushed ice, so it gets diluted as it chills because the crushed ice melts faster. "Stirred" means it's mixed with ice cubes and a stirring stick to chill it, which means that the alcohol isn't as dilute. So a stirred martini is stronger than a shaken one.

So, in otherwords, James Bond is a weenie. But I don't think he could handle one of Kev's martinis shaken or stirred; that stuff's nasty, no two ways about it.

Other tidbits of alcoholic information: Everclear is grain alcohol, 190 proof. That means it's got a five percent difference in concentration compared to methanol, the stuff that'll kill you if you drink it. Why Kev has two bottles of the stuff may seem a tad bit odd until you realize that he uses it to make saffron liqueur after cutting it with spring water from 95% alcohol to a mere, piffling 30% alcohol, nearly the equivalent of a good bottle of rum.

Why he became an engineer and not a bartender, I will never know.

I also wanna know why I could get away with drinking champagne but not strawberry daquerries. Sh, I know I'm underage and I don't even like alcohol; it was a special occasion. S'not like I spiked the drink mix with the everclear or anything, but from the way they carried on you'd think I had. *snort* Like I said, I don't even like alcohol. Naturally, expressing this sentiment would lead all members of my family to believe that I had been adopted.