So unless Delta decides to rock my world with $148/RT fares to NYC this weekend, we’re still on for Luigi at The Earl Friday night. Everybody in?

As for a pre-party, it’s still undecided. The weather is looking to be an uncooperative beezatch for Bocce on the South Lawn, and I’d like to avoid any perilous yuppie traps such as just about anything in the Highlands. Yet I’d like to get out of the ‘hood and therefore am ruling out the Peruvian place, despite its uber-cool Latino-chic allure, The UJ, despite its fem-frendly customers, Mulligan’s and it’s ghetto-fab interior design or and DT Decatur spots (other than the Blue Bar, I could totally be convinced to dawn a white sport coat, a pastel T-shirt, rolled up linen pants and some Ray Ban’s to sip an apple martini in that fucking place).

So I’m starting to think the old standby: The Yachter. Who’s up for that? Say, seven-ish?