goals

These are my goals for the year:

1. Go to shul more. This is actually something I have been missing for awhile. I can't explain it to someone who grew up more secular than I did. I have issues with Conservative Judaism, but I feel at home in the prayers. And if I have to put up with Hillel kids who are in a perpetual USY (United Synagogue Youth, the youth group for Conservative Judaism) reunion, so be it. I can deal. I'm good at ignoring things.

2. Care more about school. Don't get me wrong, I do pretty well for myself. But I could do better. Especially if I want to go to a fancy pants place for grad school and get a scholarship.

3. Study for the LSATs. I don't want to have to pay for a class. We'll see how this goes. I've heard law school and the work involved afterwards described as slave labor, but I think a JD would be a good thing to have. Plus, I like school and people who have an inflated sense of self-importance, so law school is perfect for me.

4. Keep training to run 5ks. This has actually been going pretty well, and I like having a goal within sight. I've actually been enjoying it so far, which is more than I can say for my past attempts at running.

5. Continue my pursuit of awesomeness. I used to be an extremely shy person who was really uncomfortable with herself. This has changed a lot, but I feel like people still see me the way I was in middle school, wearing huge t-shirts and leggings, sitting in the corner during the lunch period and reading a book...basically unable to have a normal conversation with anyone who wasn't an adult. In a lot of ways, I feel that as I've gotten older, I've become more immature. I was one of those kids who had a big vocabulary and used it. Now I feel like I sometimes spend more time goofing off than doing productive things. But this is healthy, I think. I can be a mature, fully functioning member of society when I want to but right now, I'm acting my age. I rock.

Number 5 is purposely vague. Basically, I want this year to be better than last year was. In some ways, it already is--I have a much clearer view of what I want to do with my life...or at least, the next step or two that I will be taking. This is very comforting, since I am highly anal retentive when I want to be. Essentially, Number 5 is there to remind me that I need to focus on being happy, because being happy is pretty freaking awesome.

So, yeah.

so.

Salutations, my darlings!

Things have been going well here. I finally moved all of my clothes from the suitcase downstairs to a laundry basket in my room. Basically, my clothing has exploded all over the floor, where it will stay until I wash everything and pack for NYC.

I am thoroughly enjoying my chillaxing time, but I have been semi-productive!

Yesterday, I felt like I had transitioned into a band mom. I picked my brother and his bassoon protege up from the high school to take them to the ice rink. Of course, my brother is an airhead, and he did not have socks, so I needed to make a pit stop at our house. While my brother ran in to get said socks, I was in the car with a little freshman girl who I needed to entertain. I asked all of the mundane questions, and she was quiet and nervous. Which makes sense, really. I then realized that this could be my life in an indeterminate number of years...carpooling small children. My goal in life is to make a shit ton of money...not really for the money's sake, but so that I can work while my husband gets to do all those delightful errands. Because if I make more money than he does, then I don't have to work part time or any of that shit.

That is actually my train of thought.

Tonight after dinner, I told what is quite possibly one of my best stories to my family. It's not actually inappropriate, but I'm still not posting it here. I'll say this much:

Dad (in reference to my story): Only you would tell that to your parents.

Horray for sharing!

sweet!

I have glorious news, my darlings!

Today, I woke up at the glorious hour of 1:30pm and checked my email. I had a message from one of my Write On for Israel (WOFI--an Israel advocacy/journalism program I did during my junior/senior years of high school that took me on a free 2 week trip to Israel during the summer after my junior year), saying that a one day DC fly-in is being arranged by Jewish communities across the country, to lobby congressmen and senators re: Iran. I was offered a spot in the Chicago delegation, representing WOFI alumni, with my travel and registration fee reimbursed. Of course, I said yes. Not only do I get to go to DC for free (again...this is actually the 2nd time I'll have gone to DC through WOFI), but I get to miss a day of classes to do it, and there's NOTHING anyone can do about it. Also, it's on a Thursday and I have no Friday class, which is good.

I rock.

I decided I want to start running 5k races. This involves training to run said 5k races. I started that today, and will look to enter some races in October and December.

Here are other little things that happened today:

My dad and I had a discussion about beer pong. It went like this:

Dad: Sarah, have you heard of beer pong?
me: (Oh, I've done more than hear about it...) You mean pong or beirut?

Dad: What's beirut?
me: What most people call beer pong. Actual beer pong involves breaking the handles off of ping pong paddles and then using the paddle to hit the ball. It's how they do it at Dartmouth. (I know, I sound like a huge snob. But it's true.)

Dad: No, that's not beer pong.

me: ...yes it is...

My dad then showed me a video that someone posted onto Facebook. It involves people making insane pong shots. My dad was going to send me the link, but the only way to do that would have been to share it through Facebook...and that would involve being Facebook friends with my dad. So I don't have the link to share with you. Sorry.

My mom brought home nail polish for me and my sister.

me: Thanks for the nail polish.

Mom: Which color did you take?
me: ...well, considering that they're both dark purple, I took dark purple.

Mom: No, they're different colors.

me: ...what colors are they?

Mom: Well, they're almost the same. It's a negligible difference.

me: ...I see.

I'm wearing said dark purple nail polish right now. Because I'm awesome like that.

I also said the phrase "dumb fuck" in front of my grandma. Oops. My dad told me to watch my language. He almost never does that. They want my grandma to think that I am a good person and don't swear. Oops.

I also played Guitar Hero, aka one of the best games, ever.

So as you can see, today was kickass.

ha. so.

Today, I woke up at an ungodly hour to get to downtown HP (that's Highland Park, for those of you not in the know) by 8am. I met with a guy from my shul who is a lawyer. We talked about lawyery things, since I've decided to go to law school and whatnot. He didn't tell me what to do one way or the other, but after 49 years, he still enjoys what he is doing. More than anything, that's what I want out of my career. Well, I also want to be able to pay off all of my student loans and be able to support myself.

My grandma is here to visit! She usually comes for a little in the spring/summer, and also for Thanksgiving. (She is usually our only guest.) We then go visit her for Christmas. Oh, Christmas, I have such mixed feelings about you...but those can wait until Christmas is closer...assuming I'm still writing this then and you are still reading it.

This is the first conversation my grandma and I had, even before we hugged:

Grandma: Did you do something with your hair?
me: No?

Grandma: But it's curly. Did you use anything on it?
me: No, it was like this when I woke up.
Grandma: Did you lighten your hair?
me: No, I spent a lot of time out in the sun in Israel.
Grandma: ...Oh, you got bangs! That's it. (She hasn't seen me for awhile, since Christmas, I guess...I mean, I've had bangs since February, so I don't consider them a recent change.)

This conversation was especially weird since my grandma was bald. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in January of 2005. Thank god, she's been doing well, all things considered. She just finished a round of chemo and wasn't wearing her wig, because she says it makes her head sore/gives her a headache if she wears it for too long. But this is the first time I've seen her bald. It was weird.

My sister then called and asked when I wanted to get a pedicure. I said I'd go with her because she views this as an appropriate bonding ritual, getting foot massages is fun, getting toenail polish that my parents disapprove of (like yellow) is even more fun, and I have a lot of dead skin on my heels courtesy of Israel that needs to be removed. She wanted to go at 8am tomorrow morning. I quickly said no. In case you didn't already know, I value my sleep. I will wake up early to go to shul or football games or sometimes even class, but I won't get up that early for a fucking pedicure. She then suggested Thursday, but this is when she moves into her apartment/dorm. Even though my parents pre-requested a room for her, they are convinced that it will still be first come first served, and I agree. While I appreciate Rachel's dedication to getting a pedicure, I think moving into her swanky Chicago pad is more important. So we're going Saturday afternoon.

Being home is nice. There are many couches for me to fall asleep on. There is also my bed and even though it is a bunk bed, it has a really awesome mattress that makes me feel like I am sleeping on a cloud or something equally awesome. It always takes me a day or so to get used to the crappy school mattresses.

This is making me think of moving back into the dorm. While I don't have that much stuff, it's still not a pleasant thought. My only hope is that I can move everything out at once...

blah update blah

So I am safely ensconced in the spare bedroom in my house, safe with my computer and Guitar Hero. Yay!

So I had to pay an extra $165, in additiong to a $45 overweight fee, because I had to check 3 bags. It sucked. But I got to drink in the airport in London and on the plane from London to Chicago, so it was okay.

Today, I went to the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago, with Josh! We saw all of the animals, including the river otter, the beluga whale, and the giant sea turtle. It was fabulous.

I have also been keeping semi-normal hours. Amazing!

I don't really feel like being interesting now, sorry.

lolz

So most of you have probably not met my parents. My mom came to visit me at school in February of my freshman year, and my dad occasionally comes to NYC for business. I did drag my mom to a basketball game and a wind ensemble concert, so in theory she met people. My dad knows my suitemates from freshman year, and that is it.

The reason for this is simple. My parents are awesome and I don't want to share them with you. I might rethink this next year.

My parents tell me that I am smart and special and awesome, but also that I am weird. All of these things are true! (They would probably make some comment about my ego here.) They also have helped cultivate my sense of humor.

An example. Here is a snippet of an email conversation between me and my dad that took place today:

Sarah: Tomorrow I think I am going to Tel Aviv to the beach and then to the Biblical Zoo in Jerusalem, to see all of the nice animals!

Dad: I wonder if the keepers allow the animals to have sex in public in the biblical zoo?

Sarah: Well, they'd be demonstrating how to know something biblically. If that's not appropriate, I don't know what is.

Dad: Good point! Send pictures of anything suspicious or scintillating.

There you have it. I'm authorized to email my pictures animal on animal lovin'. My dad brought this up because the first day that I was an official tour guide at the Central Park Zoo, it was mating season and the animals were getting it on and I kept texting my parents when it happened.

So yes. My parents are awesome and I will be seeing them in less than 2 days!

here it comes

This week has been pretty interesting. At least as interesting as pretty much every other week. On Monday, I felt infinitely better! Yay! It might have had something to do with going to bed at 10pm on Sunday evening. Yes, that might have helped. I walked home from JPost, it's what I've been doing most days this month. On the way home, I stopped by a music store to get a present for my Dad. He likes CDs and has a kickass sound system (that I'm not allowed to touch).

Tuesday, I was in a really foul mood, due to lack of sleep. I accidentally turned off my alarm clock and woke up around 11am. Thankfully, my internship being what it is, this didn't matter. I was bitchier than usual and translated yet another press release (about asbestos in army bases) and then walked home. On the way, I stopped at Ben Yehuda to get a t-shirt for my brother. It's really inappropriate and awesome! I then went to the sushi place near my apartment for dinner, before going home to take a short nap.

Around 9:30pm, Alisa and I hung out to play pool, because we are just that awesome. Srsly, you know you're jealous. Once again, I ended up staying up late, but not quite as late as the night before!

Today, I again accidentally turned off my alarm and woke up at noon. Yay! I got into JPost around 1:15ish (hey, I needed to shower), rugelach in tow for my last day at the internship. I got my letter of recommendation and JPost t-shirt, translated my last press release, did video editing, and then went to get dinner with someone from shul/pick up one of his suitcases that I'm taking home with me.

And now I am listening to my righteous dance music and generally chilling. Tomorrow I might to go Tel Aviv, to the beach. We'll see. I also might go to the zoo. What I definitely need to do is wash my bedding and vacuum my room, as well as empty my things from the fridge. Yes, this will definitely happen! There actually isn't that much there (as in, I won't need to throw much out) because I was a smart grocery shopper. Go me!

I also need to pack. But I only have one suitcase, so it's not like it's going to take TOO long.

So yeah. That's it. At approximately 5:35pm CST, I will be landing at O'Hare airport, where one or both of my awesome parents will be waiting for me. Yay!

almost over

...my cold, that is! I went into the JPost today and felt really lightheaded. That feeling always freaks me out. I haven't recalled feeling like that since April of senior year, when I donated blood and almost passed out afterwards. (I feel a bit bad, not donating. I'm O+, a universal donor, so I should probably hit up the red blood donor van when it's on campus.)

So, I quickly translated a press release from Hebrew to English (I haven't heard from the copy editors yet, which could mean they haven't found any problems!) and left. As I was on Yaffo Rd, I had the quintessential Israel experience--bumping into somebody I knew.

Since I don't have any family in Israel, I'm somewhat at a loss for this. Sure, I've seen people who I know from home or school, but they were planned meetings. When you randomly bump into someone in Israel, it's sort of a testament to the fact that you belong to the Jewish people, that you're a legitimate member of the Jewish community.

Either that, or that you know Jews who are also invested in Israel. Whatevs.

I'm taking it easy today, but I do have some touristy plans:

Monday: Jerusalem Botanical Gardens--they're right by my apartment, so I figure it can't hurt to check it out. A good chance to take photos!

Thursday: Maybe I'll actually make it to Tel Aviv? I really need more pictures! Also, it might be nice to actually go to the beach, despite the fact that I don't really like the beach? I want to have a full day, since it'll be my last time in Israel for the indeterminate future. I also want to check out the Biblical Zoo. It's in Jerusalem and supposedly has all these animals that lived during the time of the Bible. Basically, it's a zoo. And zoos rock. And it's something I've actually never seen. I figure I can bum on the beach in the morning/early afternoon and then hit the zoo on the way home.

I've been thinking a lot about how I want to be back in HP/NYC, but I haven't been thinking about what this means...that I'm going to be leaving Israel and that my summer is almost over. I'll really miss it here. This summer has been good for me. While I would've loved to have been able to spend more time with friends, summer has been productive. I think my writing has gotten better (at least, I've learned how to write newspaper articles), and I've been making tentative plans for the future. (These entail talking to the Nefesh B'Nefesh people about how student loans from undergrad/(free) grad school work for people who make aliyah, as well as studying for the LSATS, to see if I need to take one of those horrible classes during spring semester.)

Also, in a weird mood last night, I ended up coming up with a tentative schedule for the Spring '10 semester. Yes, I'm just that anal. This involved me cursing out JTS for scheduling classes to overlap with Columbia's, as well as for only offering required classes a very limited amount of times. Even though I've arranged it so that I'll theoretically have the time to take every single class I need to graduate (and not one more), if JTS doesn't offer a specific Bible class during Fall '10, I'm going to have to go to the Dean and beg to take the JTS core out of order, or I won't be able to graduate/finish all of my classes on time. There are other JTS core classes that I still need to take, but only the Bible classes have specific prerequisites.

I also still need to fit MusicHum into my schedule, but worst comes to worst, I can go to the Core office and tell them that I'm in the Joint Program and blahblahblah. I'm no so worried about that...if I managed to fit ArtHum into my schedule, I can probably make MusicHum work for me too.

I have no regrets about doing JTS/Columbia, but fitting the JTS classes in is a huge pain. One MAJOR benefit of being in Columbia's School of General Studies is that while I have the same number of classes in my Core Curriculum, I have MUCH more freedom in what I can take. For example, I don't need LitHum, CC, Frontiers of Science, or any of those classes. Instead, I have a certain number of literature, humanities, social science, and science classes that I need to take, but I can take essentially anything that falls under those categories. I still have to take ArtHum and MusicHum, but at least I can pick the other classes. For example, instead of CC, one of my social science classes I'm taking is an anthro class that also counts towards my major. Nifty!

Unfortunately, the JTS core is very specific...and way larger that the infamous Columbia core. A seemingly infinite humber of Hebrew classes (7 for me, and that's relatively average), 3 Bible classes, 4 history classes, 3 literature classes, 2 Jewish thought/"philosophy" classes, and 3 Talmud classes. That's 22 classes, y'all.

I know, I chose this. And for the most part, I do enjoy the classes I've taken. At least, sometimes.

I just hope that in May 2011, I can graduate with my class and be permanently done with my undergraduate career.

being sick

Being sick in a foreign country where you need to take care of yourself and figure everything out sucks.

I'm pretty sure all I have is a cold, though it's one of the worse ones I've had in awhile. I could've asked my roommate for the location of a doctor, or I could have taken the bus to one of the hopsitals, but I have more than enough memories of Israeli hospitals, and I don't want to repeat the experience.

I have absolutely horrible allergies. Whenever the weather changes, it can get bad enough to make me sick. I was basically sick for all of April. Not contagious sick, but uncomfortable. I stopped wearing my contacts because they made my eyes burn.

But the worst of it is the animal allergies. In kindergarden, my class had a pet rabbit. I think his name was magic related...Hocus Pocus, maybe. I wasn't allowed to pet him. All of the other kids wold crowd around the rabbit, and I had to stay back. Even today, my aunt has guinea pigs and I need to dose myself up on medicine before I enter her house.

The animal bit is the hardest because I come from a family that likes animals more than people. My dad grew up in a tiny apartment in Chicago (first in Austin, which was and still is a really bad neighborhood, and then West Rogers Park), in a house filled with different small animals (no dogs, because my Nana knew she would be the one who would end up taking care of them. My mom grew up in a rural town in Michigan, and she had all sorts of animals. She even had a pony at one point, a beast grey with white speckles named Choo Choo who had a mean streak. (Her grandma won him in a lottery.) Because of my allergies (and, to a slightly lesser extent, my parents'), we were limited in the kinds of animals we could bring into the house. Dogs used to make my eyes itch and my nose run, but I got over that with sheet willpower.

When I was younger, maybe in middle school, my mom took me to the allergist. They did the test where they prick you with different things, and my parents bought an air purifier for my room. Freshman year, I told my roommates that they wouldn't be able to put on perfume or smelly things in the room, because it would set off my allergies. At one point someone, I forget who, was using some sort of hair care product that smelled and I had a coughing and sneezing attack that proved that I wasn't kidding.

Anyways, I get allergy-related colds, but they rarely happen in the summer, which of course made me afraid that I had swine flu. After staying up all of Thursday night, I went to the pharmacy on Friday morning. I waited in line and told one of the people at the desk that I needed sudaphed. She told me I needed to speak to the pharmacist. I was waiting in line with a pack of expensive cough drops when I saw that there was a much cheaper bag of them near the register. I quickly went to return the ones I had to the shelf, and I saw that an old woman had taken my place. She was talking to the pharmacist, who was trying to explain that I was first in line, not her.

After mentally cursing out old people (the woman eventually moved), I placed my order. The pharmacist got the pills and opened the box, removing some of the extras and explaining that according to a U.S. law, they were only allowed to sell me 12 pills per day. I smiled and said I understood, mentally cursing the speed freaks who were prolonging my purchase, leaving me to choke on my own phlegm.

Pills and cough drops in my possession, I went next door to the grocery store. Grocery shopping in Israel is an experience, because the packaging is all in Hebrew (or other languages...Russian, German, etc.), so I need to closely read things or guess. I finally found boxes of powdered chicken broth and frozen kreplach (balls of dough with ground beef inside...perfect sick food!), and also got lox (I couldn't resist), brie (I blame Amital and her Frenchness), my favorite cereal, and a frozen salmon fillet, for when the sickness is gone (or for tomorrow, when I finish the kreplach). I paid and went home.

The food was magical. As soon as I heated up the water in the koomkoom (those kettles you plug into the wall and pour water into and it boils...kam means to get up or rise, and many Hebrew words are combinations of small two-letter words such as this) and made my tea (which a former roommate had left behind) and soup, I felt mentally better, relieved of the worry that I have swine flu (though I'm still not getting tested). Since then, I have sequestered myself in my room, so I don't infect my roommate. I've left to get more tea and soup (I swear, I am so well hydrated, it's not even funny) and to take my allergy medicine, occasionally entering into benadryl-induced slumber.

I almost never use benadryl. Actually, I only use it when I have allergy-related issues, since that's what it is for. I'm a really light sleeper, and I love the drug-induced sleeping that benadryl gives me. Normally, I wake up every couple of hours, but with benadryl, I can sleep for 6 hours straight. It's such a good feeling that it takes a small amount of restraint to not use the pills more often. But I don't, mainly because I'm afraid that they won't be as effective if I take them all the time.

I'm hoping that I'll feel well enough tomorrow morning to go to my internship. I only have 4 more days left. Also, I can bring a mug and bowl and make my tea and soup there...I just don't want to infect people.

boo!

I'm sick. It started on Thursday morning, when I woke up with a tickle in the back of my throat. It didn't hurt, it was just annoying. Then tonight, when I wanted to go to sleep, it evolved into a sore throat/nasal congestion.

Soon, I will go to the pharmacy and the grocery store and get things like decongestants and chicken soup (and also normal food) and hopefully kreplach (for the non Jews, these are balls of dough with meat in them, they're typically put in soup)!

That will rock.

impending

I'm going home in a little over a week.

I'll miss things here, but I'm not going to cry and be all "How can I leave you, my beloved Israel?!" I know I'm prone to melodrama/histrionics (admittledly partly because I get a kick out of it), but I've never been one of those Obscene Israel Lovers, and now is hardly the time to start.

(Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of Israel. If I wasn't, I wouldn't consider making aliyah. I just don't see the point in waxing lyrical about the country is all.)

While I do miss NYC and am ready to resume my steamy love affair with it, I'm really looking forward to going back to Highland Park. I have a few tentative adventures planned and I'll hopefully make the most of my time.

In other news, I've been doing a lot of translating. It's not the most interesting work, but I actually prefer it to some of the other articles. And since I'm in the awkward position of not being able to conduct interviews in Hebrew yet being able to decipher Hebrew press releases (with the help of online translators, Google, and asking Hebrew speakers about a few words) and not finding the work offensive, that's what I've been doing this week. It's been keeping me pretty busy, which I do enjoy.

I'll share more of the aforementioned HP adventures later...one of them may or may not involve being ON A BOAT...

Addendum

This is a continuation of my last post.

I don't think I've really changed since coming to college. I've been rereading my posts from Crossing the Line, and...I feel like I'm the same. I get the same reactions to what everyone else wrote as my 16-year-old self had. Exactly the same. And in the posts, I'm a nerd and I talk about French horn and Shabbat. Really, what's changed?

I feel like I've regressed, that I'm less mature. I used to ALWAYS do my homework right after I got home. Senior year I rebelled a little...and waited a few hours. But I was almost always done before 11pm.

I'm not concerned about the sleep issues. That's normal. And I know that when I was 16, I didn't really worry about a job and paying my bills and that sort of thing. I know that deep down, I am more mature...maybe? I mean, I never had to worry about those things before, because I was living with my parents and a minor.

So in conclusion, drinking proclivities aside, I'm not sure that I've changed much in the past 4 years.

Then again, I had a pretty good thing going back then...maybe this isn't so bad?

wooooah

Today, some interesting things happened. Yay!

Every Sunday (remember, the Israeli work week is Sunday-Thursday), there is a staff meeting where the staff discusses random articles. Today, the political correspondent brought his 9-month-old baby. He made lots of funny faces during the meeting and crawled all over some of the staff and took their cell phones. It was absolutely hilarious.

Then I babysat the boy for a few minutes while his dad was making phone calls. Nothing bad happened! The baby didn't fall or choke or anything. He did smell weird, though. And not in a "full diaper" kind of way.

My article today involved translating a press release. It went well.

A few minutes ago, Abby IMed me, reminding me of Crossing the Line, our old Googlegroup. (For the record, the name was my idea. Even 5 years ago, I was all about going there.) This was when Gmail was in beta, when it meant that you had a friend who gave you one of his precious invites. My old gmail account has died, which is good, because my immature email address has died with it.

Mostly, the group was a way for me and my friends to keep in touch during sophomore year of high school. Sure, we had AIM and we saw each other almost everyday, but we were nerds, so we had a Googlegroup. I've been rereading it and reminiscing.

Also, I have these weird bumps on my middle finger. Boo, eczema.

mad dance party

I miss being in the dorms because I am playing mad dance party music on my laptop right now and I have nobody to dance with. If I was back in MSRH or moved into Goldsmith, I could probably convince Amital to join me. This is why she and I are rooming together. Because We understand that sometimes, you need to have a mad dance party to break out the ridiculous dancing.

I came up with a brilliant idea for next year. Mimosas at breakfast. During the week. This could be a good reward for getting out of bed earlier than normal...which is to say, to wake up more than 5 minutes before class starts. I have a bad habit of doing that. I can probably motivate myself with alcohol. I don't think that this is unhealthy. It's not like I'm saying I'm going to go to class tipsy/drunk. 1-2 mimosas can't do that to me. Partly because CUMB has trained me well...but mostly because my alcohol tolerance has always been pretty decent. (Only getting smashed when I want to/plan on it counts as having good alcohol tolerance.) This is how I will stay awesome.

Side note: 3/4 of my morning classes are with grad students. Clearly this is a way for my maturity level to match theirs. Maybe it will even help my singing! You see, one of my morning classes is musicianship, which is basically sight singing. Another morning class is advanced cantillation (teaching how to chant things other than torah and haftorah readings...basically, it's going to be a review, because I already know most of what they're going to be teaching).

If you want to come join me at Goldsmith around 10am on Monday, Wednesday, or Thursday, let me know. We'll have a party.

You know you want to. And if you don't, you're actually mistaken...and I sort of feel sorry for you.

But it's okay, I guess--more champagne for me.