Saturday was quite a night. I realize that martinis are not my friend. Drinking them, though making one feel trendy and sophisticated, is so not worth the straight alcohol they're composed of. We all ended up back at my apartment and the girl who lives across the hall knocked on the door at 3am. Not because we were making a ruckus, but because she wanted to borrow, of all things, a cell phone charger. She proceeded to sit right down and join us and listening to her was very entertaining. Yesterday I felt awful all day. I'm getting old and that's depressing. I really wanted to talk to someone who I absolutely could not find. That was the worst of all.

But hey, happy Cinco De Mayo - a wonderful holiday dedicated to the consumption of my favorite kind of food, Mexican. I think I'll pass on the margaritas this evening, thanks.  ¶ 11:55 AM