Some posts start with a plan. This one starts with a martini. My third, if we’re counting — and we are.
I love a martini. Two’s my limit, really. Three and I’m under the table. Four and I’m under the host. Tonight, though, the usual voice of reason wasn’t around to talk me down, so here we are.
I haven’t photographed a single thing I’ve eaten. A martini and two wines in, food admittedly stopped being the priority — but everyone at the table seems to agree we’re feeling very okay about that.
And no matter how many martinis deep I get, some traditions hold firm: it was Tiara Tuesday, so a tiara was worn, a fair amount of nonsense was had, and there may have been a ring shown off to anyone who’d look. Very shiny, for the record.
Anyway. Happy Tiara Tuesday. You know what I mean.