Happy anniversary to us, and--boy--did we celebrate it last night. After two very public birthday parties, we decided to mark the occasion with a quiet night out at Twist that turned into the usual free-for-all. All went fine and I was even able to cook dinner for us when we stumbled home. We did meet a few chorus guys who--as usual--were all over Leopoldo; he's not a "chick magnet" as Miss Vickie notes, he's just a magnet. Oh well, I batted them off with my umbrella, as one of them sighed, "You are very lucky". I know, and I count my blessings every day.

I'm still trying to figure out how the evening ended since I left the house with $100 and returned with $120 and drink tickets. Counting in the cab rides, we stood a 40% gain in income which--in times like this--would make Wall Street proud.