Frankie Drayus 10.1.01

Martin Amis? I was toasting William Faulkner - same birthday you know. And he wrote that brilliant Nobel Prize acceptance speech. Or maybe I was toasting F. Scott Fitzgerald - his birthday was also this week. But after so much vodka it is possible that I was actually toasting Preston Sturges, who did not have a birthday this week but saved my poetic life with Sullivan's Travels. Note to Cindy: that pink drink glowing on the bar was NOT a sweet drink. That was a Cosmopolitan, which is vodka, cointreau, and lime with just a splash of cranberry for a triangular glass of perfection.