Me, in a rowdy pre-wedding crew: "Can I have a Bulleit on the rocks?"
Bartender: "Bullet?"
Me: "Bullaaay? Bullet?"
Bartender: "Bullet."
Then we piled in a booth near the front to continue celebrating the evening into the morning. Natt Spil, I never remember very much from you, but what can recall is always fantastic.
See you next time!