Jan 09, 2010 10:35
A few nights ago, I came home from work and decided to have a martini. I love martinis....no, I LOVE martinis. More specifically, I love dirty martinis. I love them shaken....shaken so hard that there are tiny ice crystals floating and served in a chilled martini glass with three olives. To me, there is not a better way to end my day.
I have always been sensitive to taking any sort of medication. One benadryl will literally knock me out for eight hours. Lately, one glass of wine will send me to bed. I only tell you this because the night in question, I had ONE martini.
So, I get home from work and start preparing some snacks for us to have while we watch the Fiesta Bowl. Tony makes me a martini and we gather on the sofa to watch the game. Mid-game/mid-martini I call my brother to ask him something and my nine year old niece answers the phone. They are also watching the game but she is cheering for the opposing team so we make a bet on the game. Not long after the phone call and after I have finished my martini, I decide it is time for me to go to bed. When the game ended, Tony came in and woke me up saying, "You are banned from martinis! One martini causes you to drunk-dial a nine year old, make a bet and lose our life savings!" hehehehe