After another night in adoption class, thinking of very heavy things, there is a need for a “strong shot of whiskey.”
Burgers & Martinis
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Martini Time!
Just a simple dirty martini on a cold winter’s night. …seriously, it went from near 50 degrees this morning to below 30 with windchill in the teens on my commute home!
Maybe the burgers will be delivered tonight.
Despite being pretty young at the time, I distinctly remember this day.
While I wouldn’t have made this connection at the time, my father was working downtown and crossed that bridge twice a day. By that point in my life, it is safe to say that I had crossed it a few hundred times already. Such is the life of a NoVa brat…
I remember the snow falling like crazy. It was insane. School closed early and we were heading over to a friend’s house since our mother was away. When we arrived, my father was already there. Earlier that day my grandfather had passed away and my mom had already been down in her hometown with my Nana.
I cried my eyes out, not at all recognizing what had happened downtown. That night, we drove down to my grandparents’ home in my father’s Dodge Dart. It rolled over 100,000 miles as he drove down I-95 past Philip Morris headquarters.
Snow. Crying. Passing 100,000 miles on the odometer.
Funny what you remember.
One of my good friends helped bring this to life - and it’s the perfect way to start the day when burgers and martinis will be how you end it.
