Don't get me wrong. It was a sweet little restaurant, and the food was decent. But the service was really slow and we were not our normally raucous selves. And you can't let yourself go out on that sort of note.
Also, the kinds of cute shit that Domestic Goddess does on a weekly basis at these things is solid gold. She could charm the pants right off our waiters (and occasionally we wish she would).
When Lit packed it up to head back to the states, she left behind a poor, defenseless science teacher. We have been concerned for his welfare, without her here to take care of him, so somebody - I suspect Mad Science, like it's some sort of show of scientific solidarity - invited him along tonight. I think he was a little overwhelmed by how we operate, as well as by the stack of cokes we put away. This week's Grub Club fell on the dreaded first - the day of no drinks. Fire Marshall was particularly sad, since Korchma actually had GEM draft on tap. The dry night didn't particularly affect me, except for the fact that my friends are a little more tame on such nights - it was hard for Five to scrape together a couple of quotes.
And speaking of not being there on time, I ended up averaging the scores of the last couple of rounds of restaurants while we were waiting for Fire Marshall. Turns out that Fearless Leader didn't even come close to grabbing the title with Le Triskell...in fact, Five's Ceylonta beat him by a tenth of a point. But do you know who DID unseat Domestic Goddess and Caucasia? Myself, with Khajuraho, again by a tenth of a point. AND it was a clean win, since the waiter didn't bring us free beers to skew the mark. It was a huge upset, and one that I was particularly proud of. I'm up again in three weeks, but I haven't the vaguest idea of where I'll take us - if anyone out there reading this has any ideas, I'm open to suggestion.