A pretty quiet kickoff for my birthday week. Met up with a few people for happy hour after work, and we were all uncharacteristically mellow. Oh wait, except for friend Vicki, in town from St. Louis. With no dinner and 4 apple martinis, she was about as hyper as a hummingbird on crack.
Shining moment: Vicki yelling at another bar patron (about baseball?), hitting said bar patron, and when he buys her a drink, spilling half the drink all over the newspaper he was attempting to read. Nice.
Vicki, New York welcomes you with open arms. Well, at least the drunks do.