I'm sitting here on Friday night drinking straight gin. Following
Sfragett (and Winston Churchill)'s
excellent advice, I decided that a damn martini didn't really need any damn vermouth, so long as the whole damn thing was ice-cold.
(It does have olives, though, because I'm the kind of girl whose refrigerator is never without a jar of cocktail olives--and
a bunch of other things.)
Any bets on how many sets of reading responses I'll get through before calling it quits?
