For Myris' birthday we went out to J.T. Whitney's for a pint.  It was a lot of fun.  We ate deep-fried pickles, and had a good time.  Some sort of football match was on the tube.  Lowest scoring since 1943 they said.  0 to 3 in the final minutes when we left.  Most of Myris' friends are geeks like myself, and Navyrain asked jokingly what inning they were in.  Then the obligatory "Obviously you're not a golfer" joke.