Her eyes are glowing brightly, the way they always do after that third glass of Merlot. It's a brilliant, giddy look of edges erased, a realization that the craziness of another workweek will be survived. I drink in her expression as deeply and gladly as the Sauvignon Blanc I'm sipping — this is the best part of life, slowing down for a cocktail and a visit with good friends. That we're at one of the best restaurants in town, being catered to by an impossibly attentive staff, makes this midweek happy hour that... More >>>