Trundled to the bar for drinks before V's flight out. No cake for the birthday girl. She doesn't exactly have a sweet tooth. She loves olives. So a pot of birthday olives with pretend cheese candles replaced the traditional cake.
Slices of jamon iberico filed in along with awesome bread and olive oil. The rest of our dinner followed. Actual food. Carbs and all. But the stars of the evening were the much anticipated Bloody Marys. Slurrrrrp.