Well, *that* was an unexpectedly generous cocktail crawl.

I didn’t drink (well, except for the margarita, but that was just one drink anyway) much, but the restaurants doing this cocktail crawl thing weren’t shy about giving you a plate of food. Good stuff, too, not pigs-in-a-blanket or anything. Clearly they wanted us going, Hey. We should come back here and have a real dinner, and they will no doubt be pleased to hear that it absolutely worked.

Just not tonight: the thing ended at 8 PM, and I am morally certain that every restaurant in that little complex we were at is still packed to the gills, rafters, and/or the bursting point.

Moe Lane

PS: Part of me is now wondering whether I should have a little whiskey, since I’m home and don’t need to drive anywhere. Another part of me is wondering whether I should have a rather larger whiskey. It’s a puzzler.