My head hurts.

About once a year, I drink manhattans. Cosmos are too foofy, and sometimes my usual dirty Ketel martini doesn't sound tasty... too salty. A manhattan, served with the necessary chemical-red sphere, is a nice change.

We started with dinner at Fez again last night. It is possible to eat there and not walk out smelling like garlic, but you have to try really hard. The fries liberally doused with salt and garlic are pretty tempting.

Afterward, a couple more at Amsterdam. It was too early for there to be a crowd out, but it was still fun. Although someone needs to explain to me why a bar bothers to have widescreen televisions playing music videos that aren't in any way coordinated with the music. Show something pretty for bored people to stare at. It's just annoying otherwise.

The cherries caught up with me this morning. Ouch.