Once again NYC finds itself blanketed in snow. Once again, I find myself having a beer at four in the afternoon, but that discussion will wait until tomorrow. I first have to discuss the salacious details of last night. I had drinks with a female companion who was not my wife in a dark, candlelit corner of small, intimate bar. I mean we were talking about her upcoming wedding and experience working for a judge, but still, salacious. Sometimes I feel for Governor Paterson. Only sometimes though. Anyway, I had two Brooklyn Lagers at Park Bar with my friend and then a Sam Adams Lager back home with the wife. That's all for now!