It'd been perhaps a year and change, since I wrestled cocktails with college homie Brittany (B-Murder). She crashed in the Slope to visit her brother who lives impressively close to my own abode.
We met at Commonwealth, then on to Buttermilk and the glorious apertif happened about my apartment. Serious pug enthusiasts, my type of mates. Project number one: cajole Brittany into relocating to the Brooksauce. There was a decent amount of vodka, nuts & chocolate consumed this evening.