Everybody is continuously connected to everybody else on Twitter, on Facebook, on Instagram, on Reddit, e-mailing, texting, faster and faster, with the flood of information jeopardizing meaning. Everybody's talking at once in a hypnotic, hyper din: the cocktail party from hell.
Mix one part Denzel Washington and two parts Eva Mendes and you have a nice hot cocktail.
Memorial services are the cocktail parties of the geriatric set.
If there is a specialty cocktail I enjoy, it's the Moscow mule.
When you start a show, the plans are not set in stone. They're really mutable, cocktail napkin sketches.
Not too many people in cocktail parties are aware of Bioprinting and growing organs, or the coming technological singularity; I've seen very little philosophical speculation about how far we can go, how much we could achieve.
I was the cocktail waitress, and Sandra Bullock was the host, and this guy came in and persuaded me to try improv with Gotham City Improv.
I'm a great believer in poetry out of the classroom, in public places, on subways, trains, on cocktail napkins. I'd rather have my poems on the subway than around the seminar table at an MFA program.
Cocktail music is accepted as audible wallpaper.
As far as a cocktail, I do like good wines, basically with meals, and good champagnes.
