I'm not freezing to death tonight. I'm very warm, and very drunk. I'd like to thank the fine people of the Grand Marnier corporation for being the benefactors of my imbibiousness. Can you whistle the tune of a Grand Marnier Cosmo and a Grand Marnier Margarita? I can. Had a few beers on top of that. It doesn't take much with me.

I'm not one to promote any sort of "corporation," but golly, there was some sort of film wingding tonight with free finger foods (I just had a carrot) and freely flowing booze. The main event was a screening of the new Peter Bogdanovich movie, The Cat's Meow, a fun flapper frolic with a delicious cast (oh Joanna Lumley, you are the cat's meow indeed).