Just left my house. 4 bottles of 2 Buck Chuck short of a case. It's not as tasty as it was earlier in the evening, which is the opposite of the effect wine is supposed to have, but good job, everyone, finishing as much as we did. I think we could do better, but we'll have to leave that till next time. What will the future Irvine poetry fans think of us?
Thanks for coming--yellow-stockinged and cross-gartered.
Else: narrating everything as it happens, leaving her interior open for all to view; i.e. blogging. Just noticed the irony of that.
Bonne nuit.
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