We went to a holiday party tonight. I had a lot of rum and coke - we brought our own dark Bacardi and used diet coke - and a glass of white wine from the My Dog Blue winery. I did karaoke, and got the highest score of the night on Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On” from Titanic. Subsequent attempts at singing were tainted by a worn-out head voice and perhaps too much alcohol. The host, my wife’s co-worker, has a freaking awesome basement with a real jukebox, a real pinball machine, real Pac-Man arcade cabinet, foosball, magnetic darts, billiards, and more. I had a great time, though I fell twice trying to get into the car. It was more because it was dark and rainy and slippery than because I was drunk, because although I am still fuzzy, I haven’t been falling-down drunk at all tonight. So I fell once in the wet grass (I’m wearing heels) and then fell again while trying to get up from the first fall. Anyway, I had a good night, just what a holiday party should be.