Just got back from the Beefsteak -- what a night. Every year the crowd seems to grow larger. But the class of 1984... what a bunch of deadbeats. Just Ed and Andy and myself. Sure, Mike called to send his regrets. And he passed along the regrets of Rich. And Andre couldn't come because he's gotta prep for Alexa's birthday party -- I understand all that. But c'mon. As for class fo 1982, yeah, we had a few. I got a chance to catch up with Kevin and tell him of my impending move (he knew this would happen). He and I exited the building together when it alll wrapped up. We accosted some X-Squad members who were congregating on the corner of 16th and 5th, and then met up with two grads from the 70s... We struck up conversation with them and followed them to Union Square where we met up with their wives and somehow found our way into a loud downstairs bar. There we drank even more, talking over the loud music, glorying in ancient tradition. I was drinking way too much wine and finally excused myself to go find the subway. On the IRT to Grand Central I caught my reflection in the window of the door -- I remember thinking my head looked very much like a slab of lunchmeat. A mortadella with eyeglasses. I also remember thinking: "Wow, I really need to take a piss." I took care of that on the Metro North train -- you gotta love those little restrooms. The Beefsteak Dinner was surprisingly tame this year. Not a lot of animalistic grunting when the beef was served. And the one woman brought along as a guest this year (there's always at least one) did not seem to lost and frightened. People asked about Joe-maha -- I reported to them the limoncello incident. I owe Kevin even more drinks by now. But all in all a good time was had by all... and I... I need to drink some more water because I'm going to have a huge headache when I wake up in a few hours.