What do you want?

I always drink beer and beer and beer and more beer, but in Las Vegas I wanted to drink a cocktail for a change of pace. The cocktail that I wanted to drink was named Nevada, the name of the state of Sin city. When a bartender asked me what I wanted, I said Nevada. He said "Sorry?". I said Nevada, then I spelled out N-E-V-A-D-A. He said he didn't understand what I wanted. My dream was shuttled. It's okay, it happens; because of my pronunciation. So, I asked him to pour some white rum and filled up the glass with ice and grapefruit juice. The photo is the cocktail. It was not exactly Nevada that I wanted, but I was able to feel like drinking Nevada in Nevada.