Last Call — final words for the night
VodkaPundit would like to apologize for today’s public innuendo regarding Virginia Postrel and Camille Paglia, as well as some rather unsavory-yet-delicious thoughts involving Lady Margeret Thatcher that he kept damn well to himself. It’s just that my fiance left town for a week on business, and then compounded the, uh, loneliness by catching a nasty cold while in L.A. Sorry, honey. Get well soon.
Meantime, if Camille, and/or Virginia, and/or Lady M happen to read this, just email me — we can set something up.
I’m down to the olive, so good night.