Just the good stuff.

Tired tired eyes and everything and everything is something good. I spent a weekend in the company of Mr. S. Wicks, with oysters, a rainbow, artifacts, shuffle pucks, champagne, art, cheeses, grapes, and it just goes on and keeps going on. This one was one of those ones but this one was something else. What a weekend, I say, and I'll be saying that for some time, I'm sure.