Here's a dispatch from the San Antonio Cocktail Conference (a "Baphomet of a barfest") that makes it sound like a networker's wet dream and an actual drinker's nightmare. The opening night was a "networking nirvana" full of shills and brand ambassadors ("couldn't even get to the bathroom without people handing you business cards"), with attendees "trying to gain some name recognition and maybe win a few grand for their blood orange or rum libations." [Austin Chronicle]
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