Vodka and Lime

Chris is going to kill me for posting this but, he is flying to Hong Kong right now so there isn't much he can do :)

Friday was going to be an early evening - head over to our neighborhood pub for some dinner and drinks with a few friends. We had dinner and a few pints and then ventured across the street to another bar - courtesy of the recommendation made by one of Chris's work acquaintances.

The bar was great, it's called PB (not sure what it stands for) and is dark and small with red mood lighting. The best thing about PB is that the owner (great in his own way - a retired "salary man") spent his retirement savings on old records from the 60's, 70's and 80's he bought on his travels to the US. The records decorate the space behind the bar and in between mixing drinks he doubles as dee jay on his two turn tables (no requests allowed).

So, we were hanging out and a few more people show up. At this point, I'm the only woman there and the boys start talking about "hot chicks" (Chris wisely was not an active participant in the discussion). Well, I finished my drink and decided that it was time for me to go. Chris said he was going to stay for another drink and would see me at home. I left the bar at about 11:45 and Chris didn't come home until almost 3:00am. Needless to say, he was a bit tipsy. Unfortunately, I didn't take a picture.

Saturday was spent recovering (i.e. sleeping late, drinking camel size amounts of water and popping Excedrin). We did go to dinner on Saturday and it was very good. Sunday we went to the gym and hooked up our Vonage phone line. Now all of you can call us on our new 973 number.