The morning after L.'s birthday night found me once again awake hours before any reasonable person might choose to be conscious after such an epic evening. This was good, as I was able to briefly touch base - and enjoy a coffee - with LM. I then went back to L. and Fat T.'s apartment to regroup, which led to L. and I going on what became a rather extended search for brunch. In the end we went to Char No. 4. I wasn't all that interested in alcohol, but a virgin bloody mary with housemade pickle sounded like a very good idea...and it was.