My father never waited until the weekend to make a martini. Indeed, there were always two glasses chilling in the freezer, so when he came home from work they were always ready for him and mom to have a drink.
When my father passed away, amid all the memories that came back to me, the evening cocktail before dinner stuck with me. Dad never wanted dinner waiting for him when he got home. He wanted that cocktail time with mom first, and the martini was their drink of choice.