Vito's messing with my head -- all day I'm here thinking about the meatballs I'm going to make tomorrow, how big I should roll them, wondering if I can make them large enough so I can slice them in half, scoop out the center, and use the hollowed-out meatball halves as bowls to serve the macaroni...

And I know these are not normal thoughts.

Now Vito has me reminiscing for the college drinking parties Alane and I endured in Cincinnati... oh, some 20 years ago. I don't recall losing electricity during any of those. But I do remember sandals (flip-flops, as I recall, not on me because like Vito I know better).