“Use your inside voices, please. The pianoman has started!”

Date night at the Velvet Tango Room, whereby my friend enjoyed tinkering with her drink to the tune of too much olive juice on her date with #2. (Sorry, Tatiana!) The single gentleman to my date’s right got a kick out of her antics. You’re welcome for the laughs.

I started with the Maker’s Mark Whiskey Sour (Mmmm… whiskey), turned to the Ramos Gin Fizz (Seriously! Like an alcoholic milkshake!) and Tatiana offered up her new drink-of-the-month, The Cuban – where she described as “like a mojito with their own twist.” First glance, I wasn’t sure if I were up to drinking a martini with a floating fragrant herb leaf, but took a chance to try something new. Thank YOU! My senses surprised and my taste buds satisfied. And Mel, the picky eater/drinker/dater tried something different — and liked it! Oh, I wasn’t talking about my date there.

Date was great, if not a late start. Seriously. 20 minutes between houses and another 20 downtown (and probably 20 more minutes of get-hot time than I take). Good mix of Mel *not* getting drunk, grilling the boy with random questions over drafts post VTR, him taking away my matches so I couldn’t enjoy one last cigarette at the patio at Around the Corner at the close of the evening since by his regard I was “done smoking” for th night. (We switched bars closer to home, if you didn’t catch on). Yup. Next date something a little more flip-flop, a little less heel action. I need to rock a baseball cap and stop all this stress-dressing after my workday.

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