The doctors's big decission today for Ramon: Take more pills and let's wait until Monday. As frustrating as it was, there was only one thing to do and let the party go on.

My cake for Jesse was to remind a new arrival of the dangers of living in Florida. Of course, I don't expect him to be swimming in any murky lakes or to dress up like a poodle and lounge by a canal, but one must be careful. Predators lurk everywhere.

I hope my cake designs are noticed by, what one customer said, "the psycho party set". I need something to take my mind off of things.

The temperatures had plummeted to the 40's, TV stations were warning of certain death if one ventured into the night, but the gang showed up as expected, and certain celebrities turned the violent weather pattern into an excuse for a violent fashion statement.

Even though he's from Iowa, Riley arrived as if the new Ice Age was following him in.

I followed the old New England rule: "Layers, darling. Layers." Jeremy followed the equally important New England rule: "Drink, baby. Drink."

The Incomparable Geraldine, Mistress of Ceremonies, kept the crowd warm with her burning desire to entertain the room and find an American husband.

FernandeKute took time off from his DJ responsibilities to put on a first class performance for the birthday crowd, too. Despite what her lace dress would suggest, it was way too cold to ask anyone to take off their shirt for a body shot.

Happy Birthday, congratulations on your graduation, and welcome to Miami Beach, Jesse. From the day (two years ago!) I met you and made that snide remark about your white belt, I knew you were destined to be one of us.