January 2, 2009 | Filed under: It's Called "Having a Life." You Should Try It., People I Like Even More Than My Job

This pretty well sums up my night: ten hours of champagne. No, I have no idea how many glasses that is. Yes, my “night” started mid-afternoon. Stop looking at me like that.

I somehow ended up with zero group shots on my camera, despite having posed for many, many of them. But I totally won the battle of dueling cameras — Neal’s picture was my blurry hand holding the camera.

This is the drink of choice for my drinking buddy running partner Scott. I won’t touch it, but I can order one like a pro. (Bombay martini, dirty, up. Unspecified number of olives, unless the first drink comes with too many, and then the proper number is one.)

There I am. In a funny hat. My work here is done.

And as long as I’m showing you pictures, here’s the collage of photos from Prague I put in my Christmas New Year’s letter. Which reminds me, I’ve got roughly 345,762,303,957 more pics from that trip to edit and upload before I take another vacation. Drat.