Me, too! I'm a sucker for those early '60's suburban comedies (think James Garner / Doris Day in The Thrill of it All and Move Over, Darling) that whisk me right back to my childhood when my parents threw cocktail parties for their friends and neighbors. I'd sit at the top of the stairs in my jammies, awed at the sound of adult laughter and ice cubes tinkling in drinks. Smoked oysters and shrimp remoulade appetizers. Jazz playing on the hi-fi. The wafting aroma of cigarette smoke. Shiny chrome-laden cars with protuberant fins parked in the driveway and along the street. Housewives sporting flip hairdos, pale lipstick and notable cleavage. Pretty sure the top of those stairs is where my love of martinis and all things early '60's was born.