Well, mostly. We celebrated last night but I was kind of exhausted. We had cocktails, steaks on the grill (yay!  since I don't eat much steak, the first bite is always like, OMG, this tastes like heaven!), then red wine. And yes, okay, those fucking Pall Malls. I had Jay buy me a whole new pack since I threw the last one away a couple weeks ago. (He called from the road & said, "I'll be at  the store in five minutes, what do you want me to pick up?" And I said, "Oh, you know, those red things."

"What red things?"

"You know, those fucking little red guys."

"What are you talking about??? What are fucking little red guys?"

"A pack of fucking Pall Malls, okay?" And then he cracked up laughing and said, "It would be cheaper to just not throw the packs away.")

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, in a totally mellow-somewhat-inebriated mood in my office last night, here are about 16 video seconds of what it looked like by candle light!

Or you can just look at this snapshot. This about says it all; even when I'm somewhat-inebriated, I am lousy with a video camera.



We had such a wonderful evening, though; just hanging out in my office, drinking merlot and laughing by candlelight, listening to selections from "Les Contes D'Hoffman". We even composed a raunchy "Fun with Dick & Jane" lesbian non-strap-on sort of poem!!

SEE JANE.
COME, SALLY.
NO, DICK!

SEE JANE
COME,
SALLY --
NO
DICK!

(This "poem' actually went on and on and on and we were laughing so hard that eventually I did just totally piss myself & I had to go upstairs and change. So much for being "almost 50." Sigh.)