By the time I got home, it was almost time to go to Bamboo Garden to have dinner with the bloggers. The waitress just assumed that such a big party was for a birthday. She seemed kind of crushed when she came out with a candle-infused small bowl of sorbet and we had to break the news to her. Someone should have just faked it.
We adjourned for some drinks at Sun Liquor and then I went home because others were seeing the Posies and I never would have even thought to get tickets. I briefly considered assembling my cabinet, but doing it under the influence of gin & champagne (the french 75 served in an embarrassingly dainty chalice) probably wouldn't be the best way to guarantee stability.