Yeah, I've been busy. Editing, oooo, delicious editing. Grammatical errors are my anti-drug.

And booze, of course. I spent a few hours at "Big V's" yesterday night for Graham's b-day party, the first such that I've had to pay a cover to get into.

I am philosophically opposed to covers, and the much-too-loud live music they invariably support. The music did get progressively better as the night went on, but after two bad vodka gimlets (the bartender called sweetened lime juice "some New Age thing") and a little random chit-chat with the myriad acquaintances we all expect to see at Graham-related functions, I was outie. As they used to say, and undoubtedly say no longer.