I'm pickled.

At some point, I will again have interesting things to share, but tonight, friends, I am simply too stupid. For now, here's what I've got: a second round of steaks - post-dessert! - is never necessary, though it can be amusing. Same goes for two a.m. pâté. Avoid additional cocktails when you've already had too much wine to make a decent showing in trivial pursuit. Finally, if the sixty-somethings are undeniably the most attractive people at a table full of thirty-somethings, you have two choices: 1) decide that people simply improve with age, prop up your feet, eat a ding-dong, and wait to get gorgeous or 2) seriously reconsider your health and beauty regimens. I'm leaning toward the first.