A night on the town
Last night, after stopping in at Vince's kitten viewing, uh, I mean housewarming, we headed over to the Harvest Vine with Janel and Jacqueline for wine, tapas and conversation, all of which was very good.
After we had been there about three hours (so civilized!) we settled up and headed out into the night; Jacqueline went off to a birthday party, and Janel and Miz Becky and I went in search of further adventures, which involved hanging out at the Triple Door, a long walk through the "we're not having a mardis gras celebration because Seattle can't handle its likker" police-patrolled streets looking for the Mojito Cafe (turns out we were looking in the wrong end of downtown), and a predictable landing at the Palace Kitchen.
Andrew Sundstrom, on Monday, February 23, 2004 at 10:40 AM:
The close-up of the ice in the glass reminds me of the cover photo of Media Sexploition, by Wilson Brian Key, wherein we're invited to find the copulating bodies placed by advertisers that will subliminally entise us to buy Johnny Walker Red. This is the same guy that analyzed thousands of Ritz crackers, and found the word 'sex' imprinted into their surface. Very scientific. I won't tell you what he found on the cover of a New York yellow pages.