»Dry as a wishbone

Had mighty hopes to put down a pint or two of the best at the Wishbone with Aram and Liz bright an' early this morning, but to our dismay the waiter told us that they do not serve Bloody Marys until 10:30. And there we sat, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, at eight o'clock. I disconsolately tucked into the corn-flake-crusted french toast and thoughtfully reflected on the Eighteenth.
Not to worry: Aram and I made inroads into addressing the Bloody Mary situation after a brief walk back downtown.
And I should add that all of this happened around an early-morning visit to Millennium Park, which has the most stunning and creepy fountain. Like unto the Kabaa, were it come to Times Square. The drains at the edge of the fountain are gorgeous.