Quintessence

It would be difficult for me to dream up a more quintessentially "Allison" night than the one I enjoyed yesterday: diagramming sentences at the bar in the Green Mill while sipping a Makers Manhattan and waiting for the Kurt Elling Quartet to take the stage. Delightful. May you all soon have a chance to blend a handful of your own disparate and eclectic loves into a night equally well-tailored to you.

(PS: happy, happy birfday, Mikow!! The committee volunteered me to give you your official welcome to the Early Late-Twenties, and I'm happy to oblige.)