Today is, of course, Raymond Chandler's birthday.
What does this mean? It means that somewhere, a housewife is probably fingering the edge of a kitchen knife, as a dry wind blows across the Valley. Also, it means there's probably a mean street somewhere what needs walking down.
What it means for us is: impromptu trip to the HMS Bounty for a memorial gimlet.
Alas, our usual booth was taken. So I snagged a seat at a table. And lo, another booth opened up, but it was quickly snagged. . .
. . .I think by Cecil Castellucci, but I didn't want to pry.
L.A. is weird.