Running errands yesterday, I saw that one of my favorite restaurants, Buddha's Belly, was promoting a Happy Hour from 4:00-7:00 for $4.00. Since The Boys and The Husband were off at a special event, and Sophie was happy at home with a caregiver, I was able to sneak away at 6:00 with my friend D for Happy Hour, probably the first time I've gone to a Happy Hour in oh, twenty-five years or more? I had a mint-mashed mojito, made with some kind of Asian liquor and the smallest bit of sugar. Sipping the drink, we nibbled on a few small plates of food, a strange combination but each was perfect. Sweet potato fries were crisp and red, sprinkled with coarse salt and dipped into a mild ketchup and wasabi-spiked thousand-islandish sauce. We had cold spring rolls, rice paper-wrapped chicken and slivers of vegetables that we dipped into soy and chili sauce. We finished a plate of chicken potstickers that were crisp and floppy all at once, delicious dipped into an acidic soy sauce. I ran my finger around the inside of my glass when I finished the drink, scooping up the crushed mint leaves and licking them off my fingers.