I hit two parties yesterday, back to back. One was a kid's birthday party with a moon bounce, a clown, and lots of helium balloons. The other was a sophicated pool party with all these Washington types ruminating about hurricanes, politics and their new books. Which do you think I enjoyed more? Hint: I fell asleep at the second one.
I did reach one milestone at the first party: Climbing down a staircase (backwards of course). Don't know why all the grownups got so nervous!