Last weekend's birthday party for Kerry and Jeff hit just the right tenor, I'd say. For such a small group there was a disproportionate amount of drama-- most notably a furtive romance and tequila-puking incident (none involving me). The strange thing is that all of these things went down in my office (which is a separate, closed off room). In a strange way I feel like some life (other than writing in solitude) has been breathed into this room.