The best part of the evening for me, though, was hanging out with ironymaiden, C, Matt, Lisa, and frabjousdave afterwards. We talked opera — who knew that Carmina Burana was a collection of drinking songs? I love my erudite friends. Especially as the conversation flew from gaming to poker to publishing, with detours around the "Lake Geneva days" and on to baking and cooking. We're a well rounded bunch. And it was all helped along by some decided fine drinks, from various martinis to midori sour, to Campari and soda, to beer and bourbon, neat.
As the Crosland toast says: "Here's to us; Who's like us? Damn few, and they're all dead."