No, I did not go to the REBar tonight. Well, no, actually, I went there, I peeked inside, and it was standing room ka-packed and the guy wouldn't sell me a ticket for butterbee, whom I had determined was a vital part of my night but whom had not yet joined us and needed to be fetched from her apartment (given the teeny amount of notice she'd received about the show). So we went and picked her up and took her and our freshly-bought pizza out to the Comet, where I had pints of Cider and Worthy Opponent had pints of Jubelale and Bee drank port. We were at last joined by her boy and wound up playing cards together and drinking and laughing. So even though it was a very different night than I had anticipated, it was, in fact, a better evening that I thought it would turn out to be at the beginning of the night.
Now I am running a bath, and I will shortly be sitting in it with my copy of "Cannery Row."