How can I miss when I've got dead aim?

Spent the past 24 hours doing far more stuff than is my wont... Started Thursday. See, I'd been dreading Friday at work, and mentioned my expectation of horror to one of my splendidly friendly coworkers, and also my desire to drink something. He suggested that after work Friday, we get another coworker or two and go out. (Fortunately, the horror did not [and might not] materialize. Yet why get rid of drinking plans just for that?)

I was in the mood for sake. Sake may be my favorite form of alcohol. It's straight ethanol, but it's smooth, and has a sort of subtle flavor to it, maybe some sweetness... So I introduced them to my favorite Japanese place in the world, off the Berkeley campus near the dorm where I lived for two years. Rice paper and wood, tiny room, low ceiling, tiny booths all built of the wood; the Japanese postdoc said they'd gotten the atmosphere right, which was my suspicion, and she later passed very positive judgement on the food. Splendid!

Then, I scooted home, because we were due to hang out with friends that evening. Ended up we went over to Sam's place to play poker, which is something I haven't had a chance to do in a long time, and I love cards.

( In which I wander through the woods and later, shoot a whole bunch of guns )