Get me girl-drink drunk!

Back when I was a wee tot (of legal drinking age, naturally), a good summer buzz came in the form of a Bartles and Jaymes wine cooler, or a Zima or four. If you wanted to get fancy, you dumped some tequila in some limeade and called it a margarita.

Since then, cocktails have evolved into an art form. We no longer have bartenders; we have mixologists. In New York City, where you can't swing a… » Full Story on Salon.com