Blue Martini

This post is belated, but I'm a bit slow recently.  A few Friday nights ago I was feeding some melancholy by wandering out into a sultry, firefly filled dusk walk.  I meandered past the food truck lot and the drum line, pausing to feel the beat penetrate the pavement and align with my heart before pressing on towards the skyline. Construction on the light rail sidewalk made me take a perilous detour through dirt and building materials, but eventually I made it downtown and into Blue.  It was about 9:30 and the jazz quartet was already feeling it, but only a few people were in the lounge.  Seemed appropriate.

I ordered a cocktail from the list - can't remember the name - but it was St. Germain, Hendricks Gin, and cucumber.  A little sweet, but refreshing after the hot walk. The music was more contemporary jazz than I prefer, but it's all Charlotte has to offer most of the time unless you hit the double door on Tuesday for the Bill Hannah Jazz Jam. To temper my melancholy my far away lover shared snippets of his afternoon and a few reminiscences through bursts of text messages and photos.

Round 2 added some lemon to the standard recipe to cut the sweet, and it was much better.  The band took a break, I requested some standards, and was greeted with "easy like Sunday morning" when they retook the instruments.  Melancholy quickly translated into a brief recording and I succumbed to a streams of tears. This thoroughly freaked out the bartender so I pulled myself together, paid the tab, and forewent an exquisite walk home in favor of a safe uber ride. 

Drink - 4
Scratching the melancholy itch - 7