That night, Mart and I completely vegged out. We didn’t even make dinner but opted instead for an a la carte menu of cold cuts, cheeses, and peanut butter crackers. Her wine event had been a big hit with the giant corporation from outside DC, and she had been asked to coordinate similar events for their clients over that way in the next few months. The work was going to be good, but that much small talk and strategizing always left Mart tired.
And with the big event coming on Friday, I really needed to do something to distract my mind. So we opted for watching The 100, a sci-fi show that was just enough drama and romance to keep us occupied, especially while we let ourselves gawk at the teenage hero Finn.
The 100Four episodes and almost a whole jar of peanut butter later, we let the dogs
