swank.

Looney and I, wandering (driving) late night in search of a tasty martini found ourselves at The Hermitage Hotel. According to her, their martini's are the "ess aich I t" and the experience to boot.
So, we stumble down to the basement bar only to find them closing early per the cleaning people's toxic carpet-cleaning fumes.

Bartender: "You're welcome to enjoy you're beverage by the fire in the lobby."
Looney: "That sounds great."
Me: "Giddy-up."

So, after taking a tour of the Gentleman's amazing bathroom swaddled in black and jadeite marble, jadeite urinals and shiny black shoe-shining chairs, we hit the floor face to face with the toasty fire, martini's in hand.
A combination of our chats, the delicious martini with hand-stuffed bleu cheese olives, the warmth, one of the most beautiful lobby's I'd ever seen, the dim fire light, and the presence of my dear friend Katherine made it one of the most enjoyable late evenings I have had in quite the while.
Thanks, Lady...I needed that.