It’s Friday. Its post-sake haze day. More meaningful conversations about what transpired the night before. More laughs about how silly we were and how much fun we had.

We met up with friends at our usual Thursday night hang-out, a sushi place. After drinking lots of sake, it suddenly seemed like a great idea to find a midget wearing chaps and a sombrero with guacamole, salsa and chips on it. And invite him to our friends’ cocktail party in a few weeks. This is what we did instead of watching the debate between Biden and Palin. I never said that I was politically savvy.

(Just for the record, we have no children in the house on Thursday nights. This allows me to drink a lot of sake.)