I'm much more stronger now

Poor calls for NL, but we shall see later in the weekend what might come. Good patchwork with Yang and good to see Roy and remember the Watertown dunken donuts etc...

Much wondering about what to do, L. and C. and otherwise. Great to see R. Walker though, he is a legend, and the Shoe Shop. The point for the story - is there any line that could have worked to pick up that blonde?

Who seeks, and will not take when once 't is offer'd...

Things fall apart, yet things come together, Harry Carey. The improv night adding just another element to the multi-purpose room, and doesn't someone else just go and recommend that the Friday become substantial. And so it shall. E'en as we sail away another day, and spend money on such things we care not for. And look at left hands for rings we wish not to see, just out of principle. Alas.

NORFOLK
Stay, my lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first:

Oh Friday. You love me and I love you and so we rejoice. What is yet to come of this sane madness? "It's not impossible".

And -

Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
Ant. It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho!
Here is to Caesar!
Caes. I could well forbear't.
It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler.

Caes. What would you more? Pompey, good night. good brother,
Let me request you off; our graver business
Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part;
You see we have burnt our cheeks; strong Enobarb
Is weaker than the wine, and mine own tongue
Splits what it speaks; the wild disguise hath almost
Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.
Good Antony, your hand.

Sugar

Ah, free drink tickets. And the surprising use of the cab chit. And random encounter with age-old assistants, and their stories of plumber husbands and their 7 and 2 year olds questioning, while the other white jacketed lady brings it back - standup comedian style - to the original childish question, why? Heh. The gray dress appearing interesting after shunning the cab until the dropping of the boyfriend reference, as was our lady of the no bread for lent until the matter of a daughter, inevitably, is mentioned. Makes you wonder how to escape, even as you miss the comfort, and lack the staying power.

Yet, in all, a more promising night than was forecast, you know. Mocking of any attempt at the Louis treize cocktail, due to the honour you have had in prior occasion to drink it. And further St. Patty's practice with the Guinness, of course.

From smashed plates accidentally at Cut to the SBTS to the pale man's speech citing William Arthur Ward, unknown author of inspirational maxims, to the grand expectation of New York City following the approval. It seems a stretch too far to get her back over from the isle of ice, given the prices, alas. But Homi will be in town, so perhaps the Bulls can be planned in any event, and I like the idea of boarding another flight (finally) before the month is out, particularly at another's expense. It's no derby, but it must do.

I'm sure that guy tonight played A.J.'s once upon a time, perhaps even one night when you were there. And so there was a sense, sitting there tonight amidst the mini-burgers, that we have both grown old...