I am almost ready to leave. I will be spending the next two days in NYC. My company wants me to stay overnight so I can wine and dine with my colleagues. Donna me no wanna. But I got no choice so I have a bag packed and I am about to take off.

Yesterday was Steve and Caren’s wedding. It was a nice affair. Good food, great company. A woman came over to our table and said in honor of Caren’s Jewish roots she wanted us to get them both on chairs and lift them up over our heads and we would dance and sing underneath them. The table where I was sitting, just looked at her like she had lost her mind. I wanted to say, “Do you honestly think anyone has the strength to lift these people up but even more importantly, the ceiling can’t be any higher than 7 feet– we’ll snap their necks!” I didn’t say anything and eventually the woman gave up and the tradition was forgotten. I do feel bad, it would have definitely been a great thing to do but I think you have to make sure you invite more young strong men if that’s your intention.