Date night at the Art Bar
... We’re sitting in the back room, amongst the art - the bar is aptly named - on a pink plush loveseat that’s much more chic than it is comfortable, and waiting for the bartender to take drink orders. He already forgot our calamari, which is the least romantic food on the menu, and why I ordered it! Even though I'm obsessed with this guy!
I’m getting something spicy with tequila. If it’s a spicy margarita I’m happy, if he conjures up something more creative I’m happy too. Either way, I pride myself on having a high spice tolerance and I’ve recently dived head-first into what I’m calling my “tequila era" ...












