Greg says jokingly, “We should get a martini”
I reply, “let’s get one, why not”
Ended up being the best decision, Hanny’s knows how to make a good dirty martini. I gave Greg my olive, we met some nerdy girls, one wrote me a postcard, I wonder when I’ll get it. We also found out there is a very creepy “last supper” arrangement in the basement.
