Last night was my best BUDS birthday. After struggling with what I wanted to get him, I settled on a mildly interesting but not overwhelmingly perfect gift. Of course, to make up for it, I determined to hit the town with him in celebration. No, we didn’t blaze through the town in a hazed spectacular. We merely took a relaxing tour through some interesting bars in the city.

Anyway, when my BUDS brother took leave for the evening, we decided to hit a local martini bar. The place was atmospheric enough, and we mused on the meaning of being a year older (not really). So, happy 26th birthday, bro!

Oh, and what about the whole point that I’m trying to make? If I ever own a tiny martini bar, I’m going to call it Shaken and Stirred. That name came to me in an early morning act of inspiration.