Swamp-Water

Last week's party went much better than expected, though not too far off from my original predictions. The 'open bar' was actually a swarm of waitresses with angular haircuts programmed to fetch glasses of wine in 3.2 seconds. Perhaps this was novel enough to explain, along with the lack of a proper dinner, me drinking enough to completely ruin my Saturday (Unless you consider sipping Sprite and eating nothing but buttered toast one of the highlights of your life). But while crab cakes, valet parking, and my unquenchable thirst for red wine might have been new, the off-key singing of Bon Jovi classics brought back far too many memories. Good memories, of course.