Thanks Ned for having me over for the game party. Yes, of course I found it my duty to start drinking wine early and as fast as I could. Someone has to do it. I went with Sonya and Sean downtown for a brief moment where Sonya and I went off to use a restaurant's restrooms. Sonya beat me to the rest room and so I thought I could quickly dart over to another restaurant and be back to join the group again. Well, that didn't happen. I found the restaurant, but they made me buy a drink to use the restroom and of course I wasn't going to leave a perfectly good drink sitting at the bar without it's buddy Ben. So I drank it and then took a cab back to Shangri-La. This brief downtown venture should have been enough to sober me up enough to decide to quit drinking for the night. I was well aware that I was way over my limit, but I had to play some bad harmonica on the front porch and of course one can't do that properly without a drink. That's the last thing I remember. Then I woke up in my clothes (thank goodness for that) on a bed. I'm picturing me getting up very politely and bidding everyone a good night and then walking to that bed on my own power and bowing out for the night graciously. If anyone is wanting to tell me the real story, I beg you not to. Good Luck I.U.!!!!!! Thanks again for the invite Ned.