And from what I gathered, the boy had been learning fast

[sovay]

derspatchel and I had dinner at Saloon. There is no sign; there is a lamp, a discreet doorman, and a downward flight of stairs. He said it was the closest thing to a speakeasy he knew in Boston nowadays. Most of the menu is alcohol. There's vaulting on the ceiling. All it lacks is a honky-tonk upright and lapel pins.

It was not on the menu, but the bartenders made me a Bunny Hug.

(The waiter who carried the request said dubiously, after I described the proportions of the drink, that she'd pour it down the sink, too.)

It was terrific.

Here's to you, Mordecai.

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[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Which Mordecai, the fictional one? Or is that both, really, depending how you squint?

*hugs*

*and hangover pills*

[sovay]

Which Mordecai, the fictional one? Or is that both, really, depending how you squint?

Originally I had "Here's to you, Mr. Heller," but then I thought people who didn't read Lackdaisy would maybe think I was saluting the author of Catch-22. Who's fine, but I don't have any personal, humorously cocktail-related feelings in his direction.

*and hangover pills*

Heh. I don't actually have a hangover. I never have; it's not one of those experiences I think I need.