What did I do last night? Oh, not much.
Put on a fire.
Read some Hemingway (For Whom the Bell Tolls)
and put some Tchaikovsky on the record player while I sipped some slow whiskey.
(Two kinds, mixed. It was confiscated from some guests at work. It was already a little watered down, but not bad. It was drank from the 20oz bottle I used to mix it with Coke)
Details. It's always the details.