Rescue mission
So because there exist very sweet people that cannot bear to see me drink myself into oblivion (well, at least not by myself) Steve and Ray came down to save me from myself (and the bottle of vodka in the freezer) on Saturday evening. Our first stop was a wine bar I'd been wanting to try for years...and it was a damn good thing we went because it turned out to be their last day of business! Too sad. The shelves were depressingly barren and a lot of their menu items had run out (*sigh* I really wanted to try a wine with notes of "jammypreserves") but the staff was still upbeat and cool. Our server said that there's a chance they might be reopening sometime in the future so it looks like I'll be checking back from time to time. Here's hoping!
Afterward we went to Inka Grill for Peruvian food and sangria and then to the movie theater to catch Gran Torino. Low key and relaxing. I did end up kind of drunk, but in a more socially acceptable fashion.
This last photo is for Steve. His face indicates that he is displeased with my crazy picture-taking but at the same time it looks like he's about to flex for the camera. And I have no idea what Ray is doing.