Emily, I like the picture; it's very much Capitol Hill. Out and about, indeed. It inspires an elbow bender.

I match it with a bit of mumble from Malcom Lowry and his towering Under The Volcano:

"How indeed could he hope to find himself, to begin again when, somewhere, perhaps, in one of those lost or broken bottles, in one of those glasses, lay, forever, the solitary clue to his identity? How could he go back and look now, scrabble among the broken glass, under the eternal bars, under the oceans?"

....and then he puked

But is there any bananta cake left?

Mmmm... free street booze.

Zebes! The Bananta cake lives only in our memories...

Are you sure that's rum? I'd sniff it first.

Grant @4

Pfft... some party.

What? No pipe? Some party!