Thanks to everyone who sent me warm fuzzy congratulatory felicitations, whether by comment or email or even phone. (The second drink was yours, Gemma. And yes, everyone looked at me funny, but honestly, I didn't care.)

I now have no Wild Turkey. There were also beers drunk, because I am P^h's sister-substitute, apparently. I maintain this gives me the right to beat him up, he maintains it only gives me the right to verbally abuse him. I've been doing this anyway, so I fail to see what I get out of the arrangement. Apart from a free beer. Which is not to be sneezed at, I suppose.

Also, we watched the series of BMW commercials with Clive Owen. Which was an awful lot of gorgeous man for 2 in the morning.