Lurch at The Delphi

I've been out to the Delphi bar for the farewell to their literary magzine, Lurch. Hermes made me go, he fancies himself much the muse. Although I still say he only hangs out there to piss Dionysus off. I mean why else would anyone train it in from Astoria? I did discover they are one of the few places that will give you a soco and diet with no ice with actually no ice when you ask. It is a foreign concept most other places.

Which is why we all congregate at Dio's, I think. He likes to think it's the atmosphere. Or the crowd. But we take the piss out of each other all the time. I think it's honestly because he'll pour us strong enough drinks to get some small use out of the endeavor. Don't get me wrong, he charges us all the more, *cough*Gulveig much?*cough* but it takes a noticeable volume to affect us, even for a short time, and if that's the point, you don't exactly want to call attention to yourself...

...then again...Sekhmet doesn't indulge hardly at all, not after that one incident, and I well remember that new year's eve in Minnesota in 1932 where she would've mounted half the town after that half glass of moonshine...

So perhaps we're all just raging alcoholics with thousands of years of tolerance built up. Actually that sounds about right.

Pass the mead. And a smoke. Oh like you wouldn't if you were me!