christmas eve

If you can't have a white Christmas, then you ought to get the kind of day we had. 80 degrees, sunny, clear skies and not a stitch of traffic. After gorging ourselves on ridiculously huge burgers & steak fries we went to Santa Monica. Monica, my mom, my sister Jody, her fiance David, and the monkeys lounged on the beach. We were at the beach about 30 minutes before the Monkeys stripped down and went straight for the water. They frolicked in the water for nearly an hour. Remember what it was like to be a kid and have no sense of temperature??


2006 - my favorite moments

I love year-ends. They're filled with best-of's, big sales, taking stock of life, and new goal setting. Every January feels like a fresh start to me. In the spirit of the year-end I thought it would be fun to list some of my favorite moments from 2006...(this list is a work in progress so check back for updates)

  • New Year's Eve 2006...We began it all with our annual PEOPLE W/KIDS NEW YEAR'S PARTY in which we watch the ball drop in Times Square on the east coast feed (9PM) and everyone's gone by 9:30. Last year, like the year before, our neighbor Alan Skinner popped in to invite us to his annual party. He has a Pirate Party every year. You see, Alan is a pirate. He dresses like a pirate, he has the girth and facial hair of a pirate, he even plays in a pirate band. We didn't make it over to the party mostly because we were just too exhausted. But we watched out the window as our older neighbors chatted and mingled with the pirates and thought, warmly, that we couldn't have bought a house in a more perfect neighborhood.
  • Monica's 40th birthday party. It was so lovely to have all of so many of our friends & family together to celebrate. The girls dressed in their best princess gowns, I forgot the camera but Joe played photographer with his new cellphone, and Monica seemed to truly enjoy chatting up all her friends.
  • Getting called out at a dinner party by my friend Dave for pirating music. He was appalled that I - an entertainment industry professional - had no shame in borrowing a friends CD & making a copy. I pointed out to him that I am also the person who pays for one movie and sneaks into two others.
  • Picking up my kids from preschool. There's nothing like seeing them come around the corner - the way their faces light up...they just sprint for me, leap on me, and usually take me out (in front of all the other parents!).
  • My 20 year high school reunion. I didnt think it was going to be fun or enjoyable. I went into it with a small amount of dread. I cleverly roped in most of my high school posse to go along with me so that I wouldnt face all these people alone. The majority of the people at the reunion I hadnt seen in 20 years. It was like walking into some sort of weird time warp. Some people have changed dramatically, others not in the least. I left there realizing that we all kind of look like our parents. When I was in high school, most of our parents were in their late 30's/early 40's (OUR AGE!!) . The reunion itself turned out to be a blast. But the topper, was brunch the next day when all of the high school posse got together with our kids. Up until the last 5 or 6 years, we'd done an amazing job of staying in touch. I think the last time we were together was for Zoe & Ella's baby shower. It was so cool to hear what everyone's been up to, gossip about the night before, look through old yearbooks, and watch our kids tussle with each other.
  • Spin class...I feel off the spin cycle (metaphorically) in early 2006 and found my way back to the bike at various times. I've got my two spin gurus: Tevia and Andrea. They set me right...and make me look fabulous. I even bought my own spin bike in the hopes that I would give it a whirl at home. It's hard to exercise at home. The few times I've tried, my monkeys have decided to coach me "C'mon mama, make the wheel spin faster!!" I love 'em but they're no Tevia or Andrea!
  • Christmas Eve. It was a typical So. Cal winter-y day...80 during the day, 40s as soon as the sun sets. We went to Santa Monica - my mom, Jody, David, Monica, the girls - and within 30 minutes the Monkeys were butt-naked and swimming in the ocean. The water was not as cold as I'd expected so they frolicked around for almost an hour.
  • Christmas. Blessed with yet another ridiculously gorgeous day, we turned our traditional French Christmas dinner into a gourmet, candlelit meal in our backyard for 16 people. The whole day was fabulous and the meal was just the absolute perfect topper to the day.


plaground ethics

Ella got smacked on the side of the head with a plastic shovel by a kid at preschool the other day. A huge bruise emerged on her right temple a day or so later. She cried when it happened but didn't tell the teacher about it...nor did she hit back. Monica - sorcerer that she is - managed to get out of Ella what happened. I can tell you that I wanted (and still really, really, really want to) throttle the little shit that did it. Throwing something at one of my monkeys, slugging them, I'll even give ya biting - that all falls within normal preschool playground misdeeds. But clocking a kid on the side of the head WITH A SHOVEL so hard that it bruises the side of the face?!?! That falls in the land of future serial killer & I think I should be able to (lightly) smack the kid on the side of the head with said shovel...Pushing it? Probably punishable with jail time you say? OK, then, how about this: is it considered "bad parenting" if I give Ella and/or Zoe permission to clock the kid with, say, a playground truck? Maybe run the kid over with one of the huge industrial-sized playground tricycles (I could just politely instruct them not to swerve if the kid should happen to be in their path...). It's wrong to retaliate against a three year old right? If the little scrapper does it again, I'm going to name a blog after said abuser and slander the kid all over the web!! That'll learn 'em!


you & everyone you know -- VOTE!

Alright people - I read a truly disturbing editorial in the NY Times today ("The System's Broken" by Bob Herbert) that basically said people are so sick of divisive politics that they're just not going to vote. I hate this approach. How can we let the blowhards win? All of these "right-wingers" and "left-wing nutjobs" with their own talk shows have turned politics into something completely unpalatable. So here's what I ask - make sure that everyone you know votes. Call, email, write - create a carpool to the voting stations. If you're not old enough to vote or if you're of voting age and actually not registered to vote (shame on you!! but that'll be a different blog) - then make sure all those around you who are registered: VOTE. The scary thing is not who is President or who is in Congress - the scary thing is all this crap that's being slipped into law thru ballot measures that no one can understand. Crap that isn't in the interest of everyday citizens. Don't let the blowhard win -- VOTE.


father greg boyle

For anyone who lives in Los Angeles I'd be stunned if you haven't heard of Father Greg Boyle and the work that he's done over the last 20 years helping to get predominately East L.A. Latino/a's out of gangs. He's a pretty amazing guy. I heard this story on an NPR podcast the other day and rediscovered him. There are several things that tugged at my heartstrings. First of all, this guy is making a difference. He's focused his life's work on helping gang members go legit. Giving them choices, options, job-training -- stuff that makes a difference. What he's done with Homeboy Industries is terrific. It's a start. It's a model that should be replicated - not just for former gang members but for anyone looking for another option, an opportunity. I suggest you check out their website because there are many ways - as a consumer - that you can support Homeboy Industries. Anything from buying a t-shirt to hiring them to cater an event.

Another thing that struck me is how old school Boyle is in his approach to being a Priest. I think the whole notion of being a Christian has been tarnished by the Evangelical / Fundamentalist movement & MonkeyBoy. The whole of American Christianity has been polluted by greedy blowhards and idiots who use positions of authority to spew hatred, cast judgements & paint very small views of the world. It's sad to me that Christianity has become so politicized and tarnished and the very old school approach to what it means to be a community leader like a priest, a minister, or a pastor seems to have gotten lost.

I was moved by Boyle's old school, community-based approach to his parishoners. As he says, he tells parables. What I loved about them was that they're not heavy-handed hell & damnation fear-based parables. They are positive, relevant stories about ethics, morals, choices, dilemmas that are rooted in Biblical tales but are based in present day and often about specific situations. He's not preaching to his people about idealized or generic issues - he's talking about real choices, real situations, everyday dilemmas. This guy knows his audience and he's making a difference.

If you have a chance, listen to the NPR podcast. There are so many moving moments in the piece but it's also incredibly inspirational. Over the course of 20 years Boyle has helped thousands of people change their lives. I guess why this story stands out to me is that in the maelstrom of negative, awful, horrible stories that flood the news channels here's one that made me feel great. For that reason, you should listen to it. And who knows, it might also inspire you to do something - anything - to make a difference in the world.



Alright! A game of "blog tag". Wooo hoooo! I'm all for expanding the topics (or is it subjects...or objects?) of this game. I'm going to have to put on my thinking cap in order to find people to pass the torch to...blogging hasn't entirely caught on amongst my peers.

There are two reasons why I am playing this game: 1) I recently switched bags & so I've cleaned out my purse which makes it less likely that I'll be thoroughly humiliated. And 2) I love Ally Sheedy. You reference to her & Breakfast Club...I'm in (go to Karen's blog to figure what I'm talking about.)

My "purse" -- I don't have the ability to photograph it at the moment so I will have to describe -- is actually a huge, GAP, messenger bag. Thick, smokey gray, nylon. Very durable. Super lesbian. And it can carry LOTS of stuff. Fortunately, for all of you, I haven't been using it long enough to fill it up with meaningless trash.

Let's start with the big outside pocket on the back of the bag (sealed with velcro at the top):
  • One girly leopard print neckscarf (b/c you never know when you have to glam something up)
  • Applegate Consulting Group pitch for managing a merger.
  • Receipt for Twin Dragon (yummy, cheap Chinese food near my house)
  • Receipt for a hotel in NYC with the email address and phone number of someone named "bob" whom I can't remember...Who the hell is BOB?
  • Gas Company Bill (which I should probably pay...)
  • Zoe & Ella's lip gloss

Well, that was surprising.

Next, the zippered pocket on the front flap of the bag. Ohhh...this sucker has gotten heavy already so God only knows what's in here...

  • Green leather business card holder filled with a bunch of random business cards & receipts (note to self: clean out front pocket).
  • A whole bunch of photos to send to my friend Julie Goldstein.
  • Rapid check-out receipt for a hotel in Pennsylvania.
  • Airline ticket detritus from a trip to Austin, TX.
  • Dog Magnet from Zoe & Ella's toy.
  • My reading glasses.
  • One pen.

The little pockets on the inside:

  • One of them is dedicated to my ipod.
  • The other contains: a gaggle of tampons, two lipsticks, and some tinted chapstick (which I just applied...yum...minty).

We're almost done...now for the mammoth INSIDE POCKET!

  • My make-up bag
  • Two scripts (that I didn't read this weekend)
  • Insurance policy estimates
  • My wallet
  • Print out of my calendar
  • A memo for a meeting I had last week

OK, not to embarassing. Hmmm...who should I tag...well, I tag my friend Erin (because maybe it will get her to post!), Darrien, and then someone who isn't my friend but whom I am merely a sick, stupid fan of - DOOCE.COM. And, lastly, so that no one can ever claim I am sexist, I tag my friend Randy (http://www.myspace.com/espaciodestreeck).



the monkeys stroll with cinderella

We took the monkeys to Disneyland on Monday. It was a lovely day. We went with a completely zen approach to the whole thing. Although, Monica did have the personal appearance schedule of every character...so much so that you would have thought she was their personal publicist. Anyway, the one potential drag of the day is that we decided to take the Disneyland Train from Toon Town (which now ocmpletely blows) to the front entrance...ok, FORTY MINUTES LATER, we board the train. I've never taken this train before. After waiting FORTY MINUTES -- 15 of which is spent actually sitting on the train waiting for them to get another train up and running -- they take us through this completely terrifying dinosaur exhibit. It's dark & smelly and features lots of pictures of mama dinosaurs protecting their babies from predators...yes, completely SCARRING TO THREE YEAR OLDS! We get off the train and Monica immediately spots Cinderella doing an autograph session. While the girls gawk at her like moonies, I wait in line for a photo-op. When I get to the front, Cinderella announces that she's moving on. Just about that time the cute little monkeys scurry up to me and she realizes I'm not some deranged lesbian stalker but the mom of ridiculously cute twins (btw, the lesbian stalker and her boyfriend were in line in front of us before they got tired of waiting and moved on). Cinderella took one look at my adoring monkeys, and grabbed them by the hands and asked "Would you walk with me?". Their little hearts melted. They just beamed. She took them by the hands and whisked them off thru the park, back towards Sleeping Beauty's castle. The video is short & grainy. You have to imagine Ella & Zoe's beaming little faces..but do taken notice of all the groupies swirling behind Cinderella.


from my mom

freedom to marry editorial

Commentary // July 10, 2006

The freedom to marry: Keep dancing

The silver lining to the New York State high court’s poorly argued ruling in favor of marriage discrimination is, well, that it’s poorly argued. If we make our case for equality directly to our fellow Americans, we’ll win.

By Evan Wolfson

“Is that all there is?” sang Peggy Lee. I can’t honestly say those were the first words that wafted through my head when I read the shocking plurality opinion of New York’s high court last week, refusing to strike down the exclusion of same-sex couples from marriage. The first words were more like “twisted legal reasoning” (
New York Times editorial, July 7), “callous and insulting” (Matt Foreman, National Gay and Lesbian Task Force), or “outdated and bigoted” (Howard Dean, Democratic Party).

Just five weeks after oral arguments in the freedom-to-marry cases brought by 44 couples and their children, the New York court of appeals (the state’s highest court) ruled, 4-2, that it is not necessarily “irrational” for the law to exclude same-sex couples and their loved ones from marriage. Applying a toothlessly minimal scrutiny to the denial of something as important as the freedom to marry, the plurality held that the limitation of marriage to different-sex couples could be arguably justified on the basis of either of two possible rationales. First, heterosexuals, who can conceive children by accident, need the stability that marriage brings (whereas gay couples, whether or not raising children, do not). Second, the denial of marriage, in the court’s words, could relate to the “intuition” that a “child benefits from having before his or her eyes, every day, living models of what both a man and a woman are like,” even though, the judges conceded, there is no actual evidence that this is so or that children raised in other homes, including by gay parents, are at all harmed.

Put aside for the moment, as the dissent explained, that “marriage is about much more than producing children, yet same-sex couples are excluded from the entire spectrum of protections that come with civil marriage-—purportedly to encourage other people to procreate.” In fact, the plurality’s strained rationalizing of the discriminatory exclusion fails on its own terms.

New York’s ruling came just a week after the Arkansas supreme court unanimously rejected precisely the same proffered rationale; unlike the four-member majority of New York’s highest court, the judges in Arkansas (!) instead relied on the evidence provided by experts in child welfare. That evidence was, of course, available to the New York judges. Institutions such as the American Psychological Association, the National Association of Social Workers, the American Psychiatric Association, the Association to Benefit Children, and the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers, among other authorities, submitted briefs to the court calling for an end to marriage discrimination in the interest of children and families.

And the very week of the New York decision, the American Academy of Pediatrics weighed in once again with an authoritative statement titled “The Effects of Marriage, Civil Union, and Domestic Partnership Laws on the Health and Well-being of Children” (see the academy’s full analysis on
www.freedomtomarry.org). The nation’s kids’doctors know best—and here’s what they said: “There is ample evidence to show that children raised by same-gender parents fare as well as those raised by heterosexual parents. More than 25 years of research have documented that there is no relationship between parents’ sexual orientation and any measure of a child’s emotional, psychosocial, and behavioral adjustment. These data have demonstrated no risk to children as a result of growing up in a family with one or more gay parents. Conscientious and nurturing adults, whether they are men or women, heterosexual or homosexual, can be excellent parents. The rights, benefits, and protections of civil marriage can further strengthen these families.”

Not only was this evidence, this kind of careful consideration of what truly helps couples and kids missing from the New York plurality opinion, so was any actual logical connection between the ends ostensibly sought (promoting stability, helping children) and the means chosen (denying that stability and help to others). As Chief Judge Judith Kaye explained in her
powerful and persuasive dissent (required reading for all Americans who want to understand why our nation needs marriage equality: www.freedomtomarry.org), “it is not enough that the State have a legitimate interest in recognizing or supporting opposite-sex marriages. The relevant question here is whether there exists a rational basis for excluding same-sex couples from marriage, and, in fact, whether the State’s interests in recognizing or supporting opposite-sex marriages are rationally furthered by the exclusion.”

Under proper equal protection analysis, neither the “accidental procreation” rationale for heterosexual “stability through marriage” nor the “best interests of the children” rationale for favoring one kind of family holds up as a justification for the denial of gay people’s freedom to marry.

As the dissent pointed out, “Defendants primarily assert an interest in encouraging procreation within marriage. But while encouraging opposite-sex couples to marry before they have children is certainly a legitimate interest of the State, the exclusion of gay men and lesbians from marriage in no way furthers this interest. There are enough marriage licenses to go around for everyone.… [After all,] no one rationally decides to have children because gays and \n lesbians are excluded from marriage.”

The plurality’s failure to even \n consider the lived realities of the 44 plaintiff couples, their kids, and the hundreds of thousands of gay New Yorkers and their families injured by the denial of marriage undoubtedly contributed to the retrograde and astonishing suggestion that the different-sex restriction on marriage somehow helps kids. In fact, as Judge Kaye noted, “the exclusion of same-sex couples from the legal protections incident to marriage exposes their children to the precise risks that the State argues the marriage laws are designed to secure against.” That would be so even if the “intuition” that there is one “best kind of family” were true-—irrelevant as that is to kids who, after all, have the families they have, and don’t deserve the laws making their family’s life any harder.

So why did Peggy Lee come to mind today? I got an e-mail from a friend this morning. She asked me if, 10 years after winning the marriage trial in Hawaii, which turned on the state’s failure to show that excluding gay couples from marriage in any way helped children, I could believe that we were hearing such illogic, such obliviousness to the needs of same-sex couples and their kids, such insufficient justifications for denying something so important as marriage yet again—and in New York, no less.

Is that all there is? I thought. All they’ve been able to come up with since we refuted these same unsubstantiated and unconnected assertions a decade ago? In fact, this is all they’ve got to justify dragging out the pointless exclusion of gay couples from marriage. I believe we need to take people’s concerns and questions seriously; that’s why I wrote my book, Why Marriage Matters. When people start to think it through, pushing past their discomfort, all the opponents of equality have left is a strained and unconvincing set of assumptions—intuitions-—that can only be thought to pass muster on the most minimal level of constitutional scrutiny. The perpetuation of discrimination rests on habit, inertia, fear, and conjectural rationales belied by evidence and logical connection. If we do our job of giving people the information enough times over enough time, all they will have left is, as Lincoln put it, “as thin as the homeopathic soup made by boiling the shadow of a pigeon that had starved to death.”

The silver lining of the decision is, ironically, its thinness, illogic, and refusal to consider the lives of real people, including gay families, and the real meaning of the denial of the human experience that is marriage. While the dissent makes a convincing legal and moral case, the plurality and concurring opinions will present no impediment to a court or decision-maker wanting to do what is right and willing to apply real scrutiny to a constitutional and moral wrong. As the Human Rights Campaign’s Joe Solmonese put it, “If nothing else, this ruling will cause people-—gay and straight alike-—to reflect on this judge’s unusual view of gay marriage and then come to their own conclusions."

And, because, in the words of The New York Times, “New York’s highest court has harmed both the constitutional guarantee of equal protection and its reputation as a guardian of individual liberties by denying same-sex couples the right to marry,” not just gay people, but also nongay, as people who care about fairness and equal protection under the law, are rightly feeling dissed and pissed. The Times editorial concluded, “Those who favor gay marriage need to quickly move past this week’s disappointment and get energized. That also applies to those in the other states where courts have failed to uphold the rights of all Americans.”

So what next?

In one of his characteristically eloquent and heartfelt pieces, Andrew Sullivan got it mostly right. Sullivan unduly disparages the important and legitimate role of the courts (those of us who respect America’s precious system of constitutional guarantees and checks and balances, unlike right-wingers who criticize judges for doing their job, criticize judges only for not doing their job). But his bottom-line is right-on: “We have the better arguments. Let’s make them to the people and their elected representatives, and we’ll win in the end.”

In New York now, this means the fight redoubles and shifts to the court of public opinion and the legislature, as a broad nongay and gay coalition spearheaded by
the Empire State Pride Agenda and other groups, holds public officials such as likely next governor Eliot Spitzer, New York City mayor Michael Bloomberg, the assembly speaker, and the senate majority leader to their obligation to end this pointless discrimination. In other states we rightly and strategically press forward both in the courts and the legislatures, looking to historic achievements such as California’s passage of a marriage bill in 2005 and Massachusetts’s repudiation of an antigay attack, both vindicated at the polls when not a single pro-marriage elected official was defeated because of his or her vote. And, meanwhile, in all states we make the case for fairness and equality and why marriage matters around kitchen tables, in the workplace, in places of worship, and in our speaking out, person to person, group to group.

And as we make the case, breaking the inertia that allowed this court to stumble, we take heart that more and more nongay people now are joining us in speaking out. They are making their voices heard in the courts, as in the breadth of friend-of-the court groups assembled by
Lambda Legal, the American Civil Liberties Union, the National Center for Lesbian Rights, Gay and Lesbian Advocates and Defenders, and the law firms at their sides. They are making their voices heard in the court of public opinion, as witness the American Academy of Pediatrics and the pledges of candidates such as the Democrats running for governor in both California and New York. And they are making their voices heard from the courts, making the case as commonsense and inescapable as these words from Chief Judge Kaye:

"The true nature and extent of the discrimination suffered by gays and lesbians…is perhaps best illustrated by the simple truth that each one of the plaintiffs here could lawfully enter into a marriage of convenience with a complete stranger of the opposite sex tomorrow, and thereby immediately obtain all of the myriad benefits and protections incident to marriage. Plaintiffs are, however, denied these rights because they each desire instead to marry the person they love and with whom they have created their family.”

In the course of the New York litigation, the discussion around who gay families are, what equality means, and why marriage matters pushed public opinion from 47% in favor of ending marriage discrimination to 53%. Against the power of our truth and the inevitable rise to ascendancy of younger people who favor the freedom to marry, opponents of equality have only increasingly hollow appeals to “intuitions” and “traditions” that merely perpetuate rather than justify discrimination, present but curable discomfort that manifests itself in illogic and-—here’s where the ball is in our court-—inertia that results from the failure of those who care to speak up and take action.

“Is that all there is? If that’s all there is, my friends, then let’s keep dancing,” sang Peggy Lee. If dancing means engaging others, by all means let’s dance; this discordant, tinny ruling did not stop the music. And if dancing means, well, dancing, then let’s keep working until all committed couples can dance, with family, friends, and loved ones, at their weddings, pursuing happiness, celebrating their commitment and love, equally protected by the law and the respect due every person.

Wolfson is executive director of
Freedom to Marry and author of Why Marriage Matters: America, Equality, and Gay People’s Right to Marry (Simon and Schuster, 2004).


The US Festival / Van Halen

A little gossip about the below post (Van Halen @ the US Festival) -- supposedly, DLR was so wasted that he was forgetting lyrics, (over)vamping onstage, he almost fell in to the audience at one point. As the show progressed he was staggering around with a bottle of Jack and forgot that he was "performing". Eddie, et al (who were no saints themselves, mind you) were just completely pissed off. This must've come early in the set, when Dave was still making sense.

I recently discovered YouTube.com. It is a gold mine of bootleg videos. If you get the chance to log on, search for the Clash's set at the US Festival (I downloaded the audio of whole set on Napster back in the day). It was AWESOME! It's the Clash at it's finest. Strummer taunting the audience! Sweet stuff.

Now that I figured out how to add these nuggets to the blog...stay tuned!
van halen jamie's cryin' live

From the US FESTIVAL in 1983. A little YouTube.com love from me to you. Enjoy.


a knot of inspiration

One of my buddies from film school entered a short in this AMEX/Tribeca film festival competition. Be a doll and vote for his short!



one kooky monkey

I went inside the house for two minutes to get Ella a cup of milk and when I came outside I found Zoe on top of her playhouse wiping down the roof with an old washcloth. Oh my.


my easter weekend

I spent all day Saturday with the monkeys. We went to adventureplex (a three-story hamster habitrail for kids) and, amazingly, they were still standing after 4 hours weaving our way through all the mazes. So we popped in on Aghi and George - who live nearby. It was a beautiful day at the beach and since George lives THREE HOUSES from the sand Aghi & I wandered down with the monkeys. It was a ridiculously beautiful, warm day. The girls slowly shed their clothes. First their pants so that they were frolicking in their princess panties and t-shirts. When it looked liked they might get the shirts wet (being that I didn't have a change) I stripped them down to just the briefs. Ella was getting quite daring -- running out into the scrum without having to hold hands! As Aghi and I were standing there chatting a "big wave" (as the girls have come to call it) came in and knocked them on their heinies. They were grabbing on to my legs so it's not like they were in any real danger. Aghi and I scooped them up but they were soaked and had panties full of sand. I stripped them down completely and they proceeded to frolick in the sand and water for another half hour or so. They made sand angels (like snow angels...only in the sand!), they built sandcastles, and most importantly got sand in every crook & crevice. It was a wonderful day.

Here are some photos of the adventure.


birthday cold...who cares?!

I've decided that birthdays and holidays are definitely better when you have kids. I got great presents today. But the best moment was when my monkeys said "Happy Birthday Mama!" and then gave me big birthday hugs and kisses. I didn't even mind that they were smearing my face with their germy little snotty noses. (I am the only non-sick person in our house). And if I end up with a birthday cold...ah, who cares!