No more drinking and taking the 7 train

A: Cynthia finds the blog delightful, BTW
A: she's read like the entire thing
J: oh awesome
J: well, it is fairly delightful
A: I broke the news in the middle of the 2nd bottle of champagne on sunday
A: (i.e., 9PM)
A: and then they were all, what's it called?
J: haha
A: and the answer precipitated like 15 minutes of laughter
A: did I tell you how that ended?
J: no...
A: scene: me waking up at Queensboro plaza at 2 AM, Parsifal blasting in the ears, wasted like there's no tomorrow, making it out of the train by a hair and stumbling home through LIC in the snow
J: on Sunday night?!
A: yeah
J: oh no! haha
J: you walked home from QBP trashed at 2AM?
J: aww
A: I got a bus for half of it, thank goodness
J: that is insane
J: and great
A: I like literally walked in my house took off my coat and fell asleep until 10 the next day
J: did you get Ariadne yet?
A: no goddamn it
A: I still have to do a systematic office search for Poulenc
J: Poulenc still missing?
A: it has to be here somewhere
J: at the office or a casa?
A: hopefully the statute of limitations on Ariadne hasn't run out
J: I know
A: Could be either, but I'm leaning towards office at the moment
J: oh PS evidently the google search:
J: nathan gunn bathing suit
J: brings us up as the 1st hit
A: haha