Back in Iowa, we had Martini Monday, it had a much nicer ring to it, and it was cheaper. But here I am in Pittsburgh, and up the road is a local restaurant with Martini Thursday. And honestly, knowing it's coming is what gets me through the long boring week to the weekend. Pathetic, I know, but there it is.
So, tonight, for the third week in a row, Kate and I will sit in the bar and drink martinis. Only this week, we'll attempt to make friends with the bartender. There aren't enough B-people in our lives right now, but we'll try to take care of that.
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