So, a week and a half ago we went to the Cactus Club downtown to celebrate Sarah's birthday. I decided to have a vodka martini with my dinner, so when the waitress asked, I ordered:

"Vodka Martini, with Stoli's, dirty, and as many olives as will fit."

This is what I got...

Clearly the bartender decided that they were dealing with a real smartass drink-snob (probably an accurate assessment), so they decided that they would gracefully balance four skewers of three olives each on my glass. For those who know maths, that's twelve olives.

You can see how pleased I am by this. I got Angela to eat a skewer for me (so all the salt didn't bring my heart to a screeching halt), but the remaining nine olives were mine, MINE! Muah ha ha...