Things thankfully have slowed down at work after quite a bit of busy-ness. On one of the first days where my to-do list was taken care of early, I decided that it was time to scratch the itch for a fancy cocktail and patty melt from Lemon Hill. This was an itch that had been building for a few weeks but with no release. Enough was enough. I was one of the first people at the bar, but I entertained myself and quickly had the happy hour cocktail of the night - a traditional dacquiri - in hand. Not too sweet, properly rummy and tart. I felt quite classy and Hemingway-esque; the ghost of a six-toed cat slaloming between my legs and the barstool.