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Gin martinis are the only way to go. And as far as G&T goes, I applaud the pint glass, but prefer the subtlety of Plymouth Gin. It's godlike.
Me, I'm at home. About to read, as it's a lovely day, and about to eat some leftover chicken Caesar salad that I made last night which was utterly fabulous. Go me!
Tonight, however, I am watching Nashville Pussy do their eminently classy thing at a local boozing-house. This should be fun. Or terrifying. Or, ideally, both. |
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