What exactly does a perfect evening look like? Last night it was enjoying a sangria while watching my friend Jeremy pitch his first game as a starter for the Mets while sitting next to Dreamboat who was watching the Gamecocks on the other screen.
If you're ever in Charlotte, consider this my official endorsement of the Whiskey Warehouse. For starters, the hostess complimented my shirt before I had fully made it through the door. It was as if she knew I paid way too much for it and needed reassurance in my purchase. Second, rooftop bar.
As a proponent of quality weather, we couldn't have asked for a better evening. And, if that wasn't enough - Dreamboat was patient as I asked ridiculous baseball questions.