Friday, Sam spent the night in a sleep clinic testing his sleep patterns. I spent the night and a bit of the early morning at "Cha Cha's Crabby Hour" at Cha Cha's House of Ill Repute drinking seasonal cocktails, listening to the dulcite tones of my talented friend DeeAnne Gorman and laughing my ass off at some of the smartest and wittiest people I've partied with in a while, like Anne Altman. Now, mind you, I'm a little older than the crew with whom I was partying and was feeling the giddiness of a cat when the mice were away. But, I don't believe I was behaving too foolishly and think it was completely worth the exhaustion I'm feeling today after a weekend of latkes and a full morning of church.

"For this he returns from the land of no-blogging?" you might remark. Yes, absolutely. That was some good time, I'll tell you.