margaritas and queso

Last night was one of those truly fabulous evenings that don't happen nearly often enough. Morgan, Jess, Andrea, Rachel and I met over Mexican Martinis at Trudy's. We spent the evening deep in declarative commentary about whatever our conversation led to and annoying our waiter by occupying his table for over two hours without ordering food, aside from the mandatory bowl of queso. After deciding we had been taking up space for too long already we went back to my apartment, which was lovely. I love having company, but my place is so small it doesn't happen very often.

Evenings like these keep me sane.