We were a little sad tonight as it is the last we will see of Jeremy for six months (unless he sneaks by tomorrow afternoon), but I want to keep it on the fun level it always was here and between us all with a little story. Two weeks ago we were squeezing through the corridor between the two bars when I spotted the tall boy (who's name I forget!); he is not here very often, comes from South Africa, and always has a nice thing to say about the place or the crowd. We exchanged pleasantries and Jeremy started to say something. Tall boy looked back and forth and even behind himself when I motioned with my head that it was emanating from Jeremy beside him, a foot or two below eye level. "OH!", he exclaimed. "I thought I was hearing voices."

We screamed with laughter (as we have for two years).

And to that bitch from the tundra, Mikevil, who said, "Don't you people ever work, sleep, or eat solid food?", I say:

1. YOU try to keep hundreds of people happy while running an energetic but dyslexic business and tell me that's not work.

2. Yes, we sleep: fitfully.

3. Who said rum cake is not solid food?