I don't know why you say Goodbye, I say Hello

Alright, alright. So what exactly was going on at bar-seats 11 and 12 on Saturday?

I had my suspicions, but was far from certain until Greg and I popped out for a smoke and saw our favorite wine maker propping up the outside wall with a Casanova lean, chattin' up our favorite writer in a lovely knee length jacket. Gazaang! As Mr Spears put it this morning in his new Scottish (and lord knows how he got the news), "atta boy...Blaire is foxy, good on him."