Hey you. I'm greatly amused by my apparent wittyness during your exceptional digestive dance last night, and wonder why I cannot recall this comment. It may have come about due to the fact that the one time I ever became ill from drinking (first time I ever really drank, clever me), Jenny told me that really, I did it almost elegantly, as I said "Excuse me; I believe I'm going to be ill," and then, holding my hair back ever so delicately, subsequently puked like a dog into the toilet. So it might have been an homage. And you really were quite beautiful last night, even with all our smashedness. love, Val