Oog. This morning is one on which I long for a gentleman's gentleman. Had a lovely time last night with my not-at-all-odious and middlingly peculiar parents and various avuncular relatives. Somehow, during all the talk (about Iraq! Who should have guessed?) alcohol was consumed, leading to my current headache and loss of subjects for my verbs. On the other hand, I did come away with the knowledge of an excellent margartia-good enough for me to drink, which is rare, ever since "Margaritennacht" several years ago. Silver tequila, cointreau, and fresh squeezed lime juice. More tequila than cointreau and lime juice combined, mix vigorously. Somehow, in the cold, wavery light of morning, it doesn't appeal the same way.