The public Borsalino reveal took place at a culturally appropriate venue, a speakeasy, where I enjoyed my long-delayed birthday dinner.
The bookshelf behind me is a secret door. The password was not “Swordfish.”
Vernon’s Speakeasy cooks a damn good meal, but a degree of romance is lost by the fact of alcohol now being legal.
On the other hand, look whose table they gave me!
Looking good! To satisfy your craving for forbidden fruits, you could’ve ordered a Kinder egg for dessert.
How’s the hip?
I had dinner with TWO Walters!
The hip is improving, thanks! The degree of pain and flexibility varies widely over the course of the day, unfortunately, but the general trend is upward.
Srsly, he invited you, Hedges? How do YOU rate?!?!? 🙂
Thank you for taking care of the world’s greatest living author.
Glad you’re still improving, WJW. That’s the main thing. Also, nice GNU Terry Pratchett.
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