The Catholic Cat, leopard print, shadow dancing, and of course, much beer - I mean cheer

So I threw a party the other night for a good friend of mine. A birthday party over two months late. Long-short: turnout of at least 40, singing, dancing, LOTS of laughing, just enough celebration for 60 spins around the sun.

I'm tirty-tree years and I was the youngest of the bunch left at 3am when we officially packed it in. I swear the Lillet was unopened at 1:30. How did it disappear by 3? Someone shoot me if I ever ferget that Michael was 'altar boy of the year 1963 for the Seattle Archdiocese'. Zee Catholic Cat himself! Good times!

The best part of the night was watching the Mayor absorb all the love being dealt her way (neurotic self would not be able to handle it). She's a class act.

Big loves to you, Monica! JD sends a smooch as well. Heh heh!