A very pleasant weekend, for the most part. Parties at Gregory Frost's house and at Jason Van Hollander's. And I got to see Elizabeth Hand again, so I was happy.
On the negative side, I dropped by the Borders store on Broad Street for the last day of its going-out-of-business sale, and it was a depressing event even before I lost my (cheap) camera. When I first came to Philadelphia in -- my God! -- 1973, the first event I went to was a going-out-of-business giveaway at one of the city's great bookstores. Sometimes it seems like I've spent my entire adult life watching bookstores go out of business.
But that's not what I want to talk about . . .
Last week, I was in western Pennsylvania and I dropped into a TGIFriday's for a drink. When the barrista asked what I'd have, I said, "A gin martini, very dry, straight up, with a twist." At which point (and this was a bad sign) she went to consult with the other woman behind the bar. A very long conversation Finally, she returned with the above martini. Which, you'll notice, does indeed have a twist -- or, rather, a slice of lemon. In addition to three olives impaled on a plastic sword.
The End Times are upon us.
Above: The horror! The horror! Exterminate the brutes!