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By Julie Dunn

Published on June 05, 2003

People have searched for centuries for the fountain of youth -- but now all you need to keep that forehead as smooth as a baby's behind is a shot of botulinum toxin, better known as Botox. And if you're looking to hang with the hippest of the high-end, wrinkle-free hip, there's no better place to do it in Colorado than at Aspen's Sky Hotel, on the pool deck of the 39 Degrees bar. Overlooking the base of Aspen Mountain, 39 Degrees is filled with the see-and-be-seen crowd, beautiful people who lounge around outdoor fire pits while more beautiful people frolic in the tiled pool and hot tub. And you'll be beautiful, too, after one sip of the bar's energetic, hot-pink Botox Martini ($10), made with Stoli Razberi, cranberry juice and Red Bull, and garnished with a smooth cherry. If it's dimples -- and not the Shirley Temple kind -- you're worried about, take liquid solace in 39 Degrees' Lipo Martini. With next weekend's Food & Wine Classic kicking off Aspen's summer season, there's no time like the present to swing by your plastic surgeon's office. Or just head straight for the happenin' high country, and pour yourself into a Botox Martini.