In honor of tonight’s hostilities — er, festivities — I started carbo-loading three hours ago. Do you have any idea how many martinis one can drink after sucking down 4,000 calories worth of pasta? With all that energy in my system, I could either take on an extra four or six lovely adult beverages, or run a marathon.
But people look at me funny when I try and smoke cigars during a marathon.
See you at sevenish or so.