What started as an impromptu chat over cigars and fine wine with my neighbor escalated into six of us getting together for a few hours with martinis, champagne, Killian's Irish Red, and sharing stories about Chicago. What a rare, great weather evening here in the Pacific Northwest - nice 70 degree weather, clear night with stars, all in our backyard. We need to do this more often. Like once a week. Or maybe twice a week.
And I'll never think of pillows the same way again. Inside joke. Amy's cracking up right now.