Relax, ladies and gents. I'm talking real friends, with real benefits. Tonight was a good old fashioned wholesome night with a good friend. And the benefits of spending that time are immeasurable.
Tonight's martini was a classic. Gin, lime on the rim, splash in the vermouth and then excise it. But with a little Irish cheddar, some good roast chicken, and great company, who could ask for more. One of the beauties of friends that you don't see or talk to every day is that when you do get together, there are weeks of things worth talking about. We get to filter through the day to day drama, focus on the highlight reel, and laugh or bitch about the things that have happened since the last time you caught up with each other. And in the air in the background, unlike a martini in a proper bar, is the aroma of the chicken stock on the stove. That will lead us to our next get together, our next humble martini. And if I get to the ABC store in the interim, I'll restock on the good gin. Otherwise, it'll be New Amsterdam, good laughs, and some truffles from the Chocolate Fetish. Thank you, Asheville.
Martini - 8. Memories - off the charts.
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