Last night, C. took me downtown for dinner, and then we went to this martini bar called "The Red Door." It was amazing. They had list after list after list of martinis, including the traditional ones (like the Manhattan) and the high octane ones (like the City of Angels) and the decadent ones (with names that I won't repeat here, ha ha.) I couldn't read the fine print on the menu, but C. read all the names and ingredients to me. I had a Chez and a Cosmo; he had a Red Door and a City of Angels.
The martinis were fabulous and the people watching opportunities were even better. Seriously, I don't know that I could have scripted a better night than to be cuddled up on a couch next to C., martini in hand, and whispering about the other guests at the bar, trying to figure out who came in alone and who was leaving with someone else, deciphering the body language of these two girls, one blonde, one brunette, who clearly both wanted the same man, trying to figure out what was so special about one girl's watch--she kept flashing it around to everyone at the bar.
It was really the perfect date after a seriously long week.
Love, Rachel
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