... is gonna be all Ol' Blue Eyes, all the time. Like this:
And, Gentle Reader, you might ask why is that? Because we will be drinkin' home-built martinis this Happy Hour for the first time in years and years. Like this:
We went and purchased stemware today, obtaining appropriate glasses for the occasion at hand and finally replacing what we discarded 12 years ago when we moved into El Casa Móvil De Pennington. And a new cocktail shaker, while we were at it. As for the Sinatra... well, that's a hat-tip to Mom and Dad, seein' as how Ol' Blue Eyes was usually the soundtrack to their Happy Hours in the way-back.
I have become my father. But that ain't half-bad and I imagine the Ol' Man is smilin' from wherever he might be at the moment. Cheers, Dad!
One more thing... I'm thinkin' we're running a BIG risk of hitting Stage Five* before this afternoon is over. So be it, if that happens. I ain't got anywhere to go and no one to answer to except me.