Accidental Martini

But wait - I forgot to mention I had a the first martini without Mandy (it was an accident - oops) on Wednesday night the week before. A couple of the guys from work wanted to get drinks, and at the time the proposition arrived (around noon, or was it 10:30?) I was ready to start drinking immediately. But that would be frowned upon in my company culture (not yours?) and there was a lot of work on my daily action plan list, so I harnessed all the self discipline I could muster and made it through all the way to 6:45. OK so now I am late for the post-slaving rehashing of the day, and wondering if they'll even still be there. Where - Hickory Tavern. I know, not the place I would picture as a martini bar, which explains how it was accidental. But I really needed a stiff one (read into this however you like) and that was all I wanted. So a sapphire martini in a short glass (no stem!) and some good conversation. Robert actually left before I arrived, but Tony arrived moments before me. So Joe and T-dog (the master mingler) and I had some good giggles about various and sundry topics, and then it turned to football.

So I had to get another martini (yikes, my one turned into two...how does that always happen). Turns out Joe is a Redskins fan too. Much better than I am - he actually has NFL ticket so he can watch the games I can only fantasize about. But isn't fantasy better most of the time? I digress. So on a scale of 1 to 10 for martinis, Hickory Tavern gets an 8 and my fellow drinkers get a 10!