PDT: Perfectly Decadent Time
“We’re going to PDT,” my friend said as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. ”At 12:30.”
I looked down into my glass of wine. PDT? Please Don’t Tell? Tonight? Me? More drinks? I hadn’t eaten dinner, and the riesling had already started to drift to my head. Wasn’t PDT a secret cocktail bar? In [read more ...]