There is something very nice about racking up several Friday’s in a row at home. After all the traveling, it seems right. I am sure I will start to think about some trips, already am actually, but for the moment. No complaints about being right here.
I fired off this Tito’s with pickled onions and a touch of Lilllet around 5pm. Larry, Shannon, Melissa and Trent were due to arrive to go to the baseball game at 6 and I could not count on getting a martini at the ball park. At best it’s odd behavior to order a martini at a ball park–it may be illegal.
So I enjoyed this beauty on the deck with a nice cigar and waited for the family.
We had a great time at the park. Between cold beers and hot dogs and lots of laughs and chatting we managed to get a few glimpses of the game. I think the local boys won.
The Martini Tales 