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Monday, July 23, 2007

Happy Birthday, Ray!

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.


Larry said...

Clearly the Cancer-Leo cusp is fertile ground for crime.... (says yours truly, born 7/22).

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Brady said...

Jinkies! Happy Birthday, you not-telling-folks-its-your-birthday-until-after-
the-fact person.