However, I fear that this is not the height of lameness
For the past two nights, those being the traditional party nights of Friday and Saturday, I have barely been able to function past 11 p.m. In fact at around 9:30 on each of those nights I have begun to look around for the clock thinking, "my God, it must be like 1 a.m." It isn't.

You've already heard some mention of the Halloween goings-on and figured that surely things would get settled down as the weekend progressed. And settle down they did. Last night I went to what can only be called "Spectacle of the Baby". Proud Aunt Monika had us over to meet Shan, pronounced like Shaun (poor kid). We watched him for something like 2 hours. And I do mean watched. There was lots of baby talk and bouncing up and down. It was not as much fun as it sounds. Although, I took my turn holding him and admit that it might have been the highlight of my weekend, but please don't tell the other twenty-somethings. They expect a lot more drunkenness and wild outings that last past 11. Frankly, so do I. I'm just too tired to partake.