Last night was Caitlin's going-away party at Psycho Suzi's, a ridiculous tiki bar I've wanted to visit since I first heard about it this April. The bar did not disappoint; the cocktails menu — which lists the icons for three different drink strengths but then doesn't use the "mild" icon at all — was especially endearing.

Obligatory Caitlin aside: As everyone promised, I really did up liking her — that's right Korea people: believe the hype! Also, it's only been a month or two since I finally shook the feeling that Caitlin "just got here," so it's a bit funny that she's leaving for a foreign country, again.

(Is Brooke (sp?), the replacement "person I've never met who everyone talks about," also as cool as advertised?)

When Ben, Our Bold Hero and our newest pledge Nora arrived only Markie and Carrie were there, but the group soon grew to too many people to fit comfortably at the table we'd chosen. Anecdotes were bandied about, and when all else failed I quizzed Caitlin on her impending departure. I shared not one but two Volcanoes, a huge drink that serves 2-4, and twice I saw daring souls drink the 151 that, lit, provided the fire for the middle.

There are, ho ho, some pictures. I may have to break some thumbs to get these: I suspect they'll be amusing.

As you might expect I got pretty drunk (not skunk or lord or rip-roaring, but there was certainly some slow-burn roman candle inebriation), and, at the urging of Breathy the Breathalyzer, I ended up spending all night in my car until I was sober enough to drive. To work, as it turns out!

I'm not hungover (miracle of miracles, when I didn't have any water at all last night) but I'm still in yesterday's threads. So yeah, I guess I'll be buying that shirt I was looking at at Target after all.