Maeve Higgins: I’m officially a grown-up — I've swapped rosé for martinis

No more sparkling sweet stuff. It has to be flat, ice cold, and sour

Maeve Higgins has swapped her rosé days for martini evenings.

I’m a grown-up now, and I have left childish things behind. Gone are the days of a cute glass of rosé on the steps of my house, waving and smiling at the neighbours as I sip — no more sparkling, sweet, floral drinks. Give me a drink that is flat, ice-cold, and sour — like my heart. 

I’ve started to drink martinis. Let me be accurate here, not martinis, plural, just the one does just fine at the end of each day. And when I drink one martini, it indeed does become the end of the day. A glass of wine allows me to muddle along, cooking and chatting. A martini does not.