So I just started reading The Trip to Echo Springs, a book about famous writers and their love of booze. The book begins with John Cheever and Raymond Carver, who met at the Iowa Writer's Workshop and subsequently spent the year writing nothing and getting drunk off their asses. The two men met when the older man visited the younger and...well, here's the quotation from the book:

"They met on the evening of 30 August 1973. Cheever knocked on the door of room 240, holding out a glass and announcing, according to Jon Jackson, a student who was present at the time: 'Pardon me. I'm John Cheever. Could I borrow some Scotch?'"

Note to self: get glass. Start pestering neighbors. Call self John Cheever.