
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.