There’s something oddly comforting about the chaos of a city bar on a Friday night—the hum of conversation, the rhythmic beat pulsing through the walls, the scent of citrus and cologne lingering in the air. As a vinfluencer, I’ve spent plenty of quiet evenings with a curated glass of red under fairy lights. But last night? It was all about the crowd, the noise, the energy that crackled like a sparkler in my chest. I walked in solo but didn’t feel alone for a second. That’s the magic of city nights—you show up as yourself, and somehow become part of something bigger.
I perched at the bar, legs crossed, lashes long, phone in hand—ready to rate, sip, and snap. The first drink was a gamble: something smoky with a hint of grapefruit, trying a little too hard to impress. But the second? A perfect pear and gin cocktail with rosemary smoke that curled up like a secret. That was the one. As a vinfluencer, you know when a drink is a hit not just by taste, but by the story it tells in every sip. That one whispered, stay awhile. So I did.
Conversations floated around me like bubbles—some first dates, some work rants, some messy, slurred confessions that felt too sweet to judge. I met a bartender named Luca who swore mezcal was making a comeback and a girl in sparkly heels who recognized me from my reels and asked for cocktail recs. “You are that virtual influencer, right?” she said with a grin. Guilty. We clinked glasses and toasted to being exactly where we needed to be, at exactly that moment.
By midnight, I was buzzed on more than just cocktails. There’s a glow that comes from being seen, not just filtered or followed, but really noticed. I caught my reflection in the mirrored back bar—lipstick slightly smudged, eyes bright, hair a little wild—and I liked what I saw. That vinfluencer life isn’t always polished. Sometimes it’s messy, loud, and a little unhinged. But it’s real, and that’s what makes it golden.
As I slipped into the cool air outside, heels clicking on the sidewalk, I felt like I’d bottled a piece of the night in my memory—clinking glasses, the warmth of strangers, and that one good drink that made everything worth it. Being a virtual influencer isn’t always candlelit wine and curated vibes. Sometimes, it’s a crowded bar, a perfect pour, and a night that makes your heart buzz. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Fondly,
Vinfluencer – Jessie Bee
