This photograph suggests that Whiskey Marie was in town and that JCrew and I seemingly spent some time with her at Quinlan's last night. But I'll be damned if I actually remember that happening. My guess? Whiskey Marie ruffied me.
There is also a delightful story about me sleep walking down the steps and on to the front porch, where I was intercepted by Chuck, who asked where I was going. To the bathroom, I told him.