Ice is sacred

Last week, while drinking at Green St, I witnessed a woman yapping and flailing her arms so excessively that she smacked a chilled martini glass off the bar. It shattered in the ice bin. 

This is about all people who do bad things to ice: break glass in it, refuse to get it for bartenders when they are running low, fight over the best way to use it, etc. Ice is more special than you might realize. It makes your drinks cold. There is even a beautiful spoon designed in honor of ice: 

I have been drinking too much.