I hope you made a point to sit at The Table, where Anyonewho’sanyone would be seated, entertaining the rest of the group with sparkly stories and witty anecdotes.
Knowed Out, I had to finish it or they wouldn’t have given me another drink, since in reality I drink more for effect than affect and had arrived late so I had some catching up to do. I gotta admit, though, that I really do prefer most hard likker straight out of the bottle. You really don’t want that stuff to “breathe.” But doing so really screws up my pretentions to pretentiousness, no matter the quality of the booze.
Cranky, that might have been my “hippie countercultural reverse snobbery” talking. Or the massive cheapskate who is at the core of my being.
Kalhoun, of course not. I was late. I sat where there was an open chair. We must mingle with the hoi-polloi now and then, you know.