thought someone had clipped my bag at the closing party last night which turned my whiskey souredness into outright morosity. thankfully a pixie was on hand who dusted for prints and miraculously conjured it up from what i can only assume was the nether regions beyond the valley of the banquettes. so to my great delight, a delight i very nearly displayed to those pleasingly concerned, my bag was reattached to my shoulder for the remainder of the festivities. now if only that bag contained a magic elixir to unburden the weight of my excesses from yestereve, it would be truly worthy of the angst that i had heaped upon my shoulders when i thought it had been purloined. in other words... ouch, my head hurts.