i'll tell you one fucking thing: this brooklyn social joint that bernie's birthday drinks were at sure knew how to make a cocktail. you know, with all those the-right-way-to-make-a-drink tricks that real bartenders never do. plus, fire! there isn't any reason not to like fire. its nice. it was pretty cozy, with jim & daphne, james, gerd, mike, & two of mike's girls. or, deathstars, to quote the acidic gerd. anyhow, i'm sleepy now, & will probably eat some stuffing. instant stuffing, lets roll like that.