and I went to Pete Miller's Steakhouse in Evanston to meet Anurup, a
cool-dude who may do some stuff with us.
James and I have had several trips to Pete's before, usually involving
a fine cut of meat, and smoke on a imported cigar or two. This was
A shot or two of the Perl god himself
Master and Servant. (You determine which)
James, hanging with Anurup, after James kicked our asses (and we ganged up on
him) in pool.