OT shift for the holiday, and the wire editor wanders over with a question about art for story. "It's about Coney Island," he says which prompts a rousing chorus of "Red Dragon Tattoo" in my head, and what do you mean you don't know Fountains of Wayne?

Go on, hit up iTunes. I'll wait.

Anyway. Yes. Saturday at the office. OT and holiday pay in the same check, it's going to be fabulous.

And, okay, we were horrible race fans and totally glitched on qualifying this morning, but the Tivo's got the rebroadcast, and we're raring to go for tomorrow's soul-killing CBS suckathon of the Monaco Gran Prix, which brings us to the race-tailored drinking game (hat tip to reader ICELOON).

The Monaco Gran Prix as Presented by CBS Drinking Game

The regular CBS rules still apply.

Drink for the must-have, bullet-time cars go from fast-forward to slow-mo 'round the Lowes hairpin shot producers love.
Drink for every mention of the diamond-encrusted steering wheel.
Drink for every playback of Kimi climbing into the F1 car ice sculpture.
Drink for every C-list celebrity in the crowd.
Drink twice for every D-list celebrity or worse "that dude's still alive?"
Drink for every sepia-toned flashback to races of yore.
Drink for every scene stolen from a John Frakenheimer film.
Drink for every camera pan to Tom Cruise.
Drink for every mention of Princess Grace.
Drink for every explaination of a principality vs. kingdom
Drink every time Skippy explains they're driving on the actual. streets. of Monaco.
Drink for every on-track pass.
Drink for every time any one of the commentators (CBS or Speed) tries to pronounce "Monegasque."
Drink again if they get it right.
Drink for every mention of Prince Albert's alma mater
Shotgun when they call it the "crown jewel of motor racing, along with the Indianapolis 500."
Pass out by lap six.
Wake up for the German national anthem.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Tah.