Anyone remember the time...

...I drank a bottle of gin and ran screaming from the back door of 1931 Juniper Circle? As I recall, I made some incoherent declaration about the size of my man-part, then collapsed on my face near the foot of the Green Monster.

For some reason I thought of that when I saw this pictures from last night.



Somehow, in the span of six months, my life has slipped into a state of such wild sobriety that I actually spent my Sunday evening on a pair of roller skates.

I comforted myself by saying I look like I'm drunk in the picture.

How has this happened?

Well, a lot of it has to do with these two loves of my life.



I'm leaving them in about 12 hours. I'll be gone for two weeks in such locales as Vienna, Venice (for 29 minutes), and Monte Carlo.

Sobering, isn't it?