We drank my signature drink of Lillet Blanc, orange juice and a dash of Angostura bitters on the rocks*, watched The 400 Blows and ate a pound of bacon**. And it was divine.
*Yet to be named. Perhaps The Bacontini, The Baconrita, or The Baquiri.
**It was a crap day for both of us. My car got towed, an employee poached and I got angry infected blisters from these. Aren't they freakin' cute?