Day 88
martini
Lately I’ve been trying to not drink, but the last few days I’ve been making myself one dirty martini of an evening. Smooth gin, dry vermouth and lots of olives and olive juice. The only thing missing is a friend to drink with.
I miss my ladies who drink with me and who talk about being women and trying to be with men and mostly making it work. I miss the evenings on the patios of miscellaneous bars, the soft light, the bright conversation. I do love me some trees and mountain sunsets, but they don’t laugh as loud at my sarcasm.
I hope I get to Portland soon, to sit with friends in a place I used to call home. I probably don’t know which bars are the hippest anymore, but if Portland is still Portland, I should be able to find a descent cocktail.
