Last night we went to the Starlight Room to celebrate Deb's birthday; we had great fun ordering food and drink that was well beyond our means, dancing (pas moi), and generally getting schnockered.
Deb and I saw Bill Maher on our way out- he was getting out of his limo with some (gasp!) skinny short blonde (he's not a tall man) and looking very crabby.
We topped it off by going to the Owl Tree, always one of my favorite spots, and one that I never get to anymore. The place is covered with kitchy owl stuff everywhere. The jukebox is great, although the idiots in there last night chose to play "best of the Eagles." The seats are fabulously red, and the basket of chex mix type stuff will be refilled as many times as you empty it- you even get a wet-nap.