The Martini was served. The lady next to me, who we had been speaking with off and on since we sat down, said "Now that's a dirty Martini." I said, "Well, it looks like a dirty Martini, but I ordered a classic gin Martini" (I like the hard stuff). It was cloudy.
My best friend said "No it's just the frozen stuff." She used to bartend and could distinguish different sorts of cloudy. Then she stuck her finger in my glass and took a lick. "Yeah, that's fine."
The lady said. "OK, you must be old friends."
We were like, "Oh yeah!" And proceeded to catch up on what seemed like years since we had last talked. It cozy in the bar and the fact people could overhear, made us censor our conversation quite a bit - gory details were saved for the ride. home. Aaahh. So nice to have a friend like that.
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