I'm back from the party. The only alcohol was in half a homemade tiramisu. An Italian friend of my brother's brought it. The other half was coffee. I had some coffee half but I think alcohol had bled into the other side so I didn't finish it.
Thanks for the industrial lights and magic MM. I've always liked that song. I'd rather die than give you control. Oddly, Trent Reznor, lead singer, had a house in the quiet and genteel garden district in New Orleans. Don't know if he still does but I found it ironic.
Time to get kids to bed. I hope everyone is hanging in there tonight.
Brain, I hope you are ok. Doesn't sound good.