weekends... how do they manage it? When a musical and mildly alcoholic evening rears its beautiful head from the smooth surface of the mirror-like surface of a diary page, there was a hunter with a harpoon ready to kill it. The guilty party will be punished - she knows who she is. Actually, she probably won't and she doesn't - which is just as well, because the first evening in in a while with a phone, a TV and a big pile of books is not a bad way to pass the time... still, puts the pressure on for the coming week... 