I really hate martini glasses. This evening I spilt the better half of a Vesper by hitting the glass when gesticulating, and by having the base of the glass stick to the table (which does not play well with top-heavy glasses).
Ah well, I probably didn't need the extra alcohol!
(The Vesper was the Cliff House's version. I forget the precise ingredients. Their house Manhattan, with Eagle Rare bourbon, is delightful.)
We did a repeat of this dinner party. This time we had 32 vessels for alcohol at the end of the night. We're getting better with age, just like the Barolos we mercilessly consumed.
No earthquake this time, but my darling husband is once again talking about how closing one eye lessens the effects of his drunken state. Never a good sign.
I woke my work HP laptop from sleep, plugged in the HDMI cable from our 40" LCD, clicked “Play” on the Netflix on-demand movie player, clicked “Full screen”, and we watched a whole movie at near DVD quality. Aside from having to plug in speakers to get proper audio, I couldn't tell I wasn't watching a DVD. Hurrah!
Incidentally, this is probably the first time in the history of the Universe that a Windows machine has afforded nearly the same ease of use as my Mac. (It wouldn't let me position the TV “above” the laptop, only to the left and right, and I had to click through an installer, but other than that it was flawless.)
The movie was Sex and Lucía, which was both astonishingly pornographic and very, very good. Now I want to go live on a Spanish island for a few months. It's been a long time — I've holidayed on Malta, Tenerife, the Canary Islands, and others many times, but it's not an easy destination from the United States.
Now, after watching Nathan Barley and the aforementioned movie, and consuming a ton of stout, rye, and bourbon, it's time to put my drunk ass to bed.