We're living like savages.

Must get to liquor store today. Running dangerously low on the essentials.
And by dangerously low I mean it. Completely out of whiskey (and whisky), gin, cognac, grappa, pear brandy. Have 1/2 bottle of a middling port and a couple random bottles of wine. Have 1/2 a homewrecker of stoli's. Completely out of stand-on-their-own liqueurs. Only have the additives. At this rate I'll be drinking rum and tequila by the weekend if I don't remedy this fast.
I feel like one of the customers in Assault on Tony's.

Tonight we are going to dinner at the club with Jeff and Kristen. Should be a roaring good time. I plan on beginning the evening with a Tanqueray Ten martini. We will then get a bottle of the wine club's featured white. For the 1st course last time I had the lobster bisque, which was fantastic. Tonight I will try the tableside caesar. Then they better have a rack of something. I know they sometimes have rack of veal which I desire greatly but I will settle for rack of lamb. With the main course we will get the featured red, if it fits well with my meal choice. I will then have dessert, coffee, and a Remy Martin VSOP if they don't have the Germain-Robin, which they probably fucking don't. (until I make them get it).
Lady Head will drive my charming ass home where I will have one or two cask-strength Macallans (which I will go buy now) on the rocks. Then I will rock out to Journey while stomping around the house in my underwear until such time as Lady Head finds something suitable on the teevee or I just decide to go to bed.