Went to Stan Kelly-Bootle's 73rd birthday party last night. I drank like a fish, ate nothing, buttonholed Steve Bourne (Bourne shell, President of the ACM) about my attack on P != NP, got so wasted I sang Leaving of Liverpool. Stan, meanwhile, mesmerized 3 young women and then drank them under the table. He is my hero.
Naturally, our gift to him was booze (Grey Goose Citron). In three months, I'll be 39, but: I got carded! Suh-weet!