Day 481

So last night was a bit of a celebration. First a birthday dinner for Chase and Bevin at Buca di Beppo, an Italian restaurant famous for its family-style dinners, house Chianti and "The Pope Room" (see below). Two hours later, we headed across the street to Russia House, famous for its dark corners, red walls and the largest supply of Vodka varieties in the Distric. By the time we were tabbing out, I was best friends with a 6-foot amazon Russian woman named, I think, Natasha, who I met in the bathroom and was teaching Andrew and I dirty words in her native tongue.

Yikes. It turned ugly. Be glad I didn't post after I got home. I did notice this morning that I sent the most ridiculous text message imaginable at 2 AM, one that very possibly may have destroyed a relationship. If you are reading this, again, I apologize. This is why I just can't party like that anymore.

So update on my Pap: he does have the shingles and will stay in the hospital for the next couple of days to stay under observation. He's feeling okay, and I'm just so happy that it's shingles and not something much worse. Thanks for all of your prayers and well wishes!