Every year I throw a few bucks toward Xavier High School -- recognition for how well they treated me way back when. My reward this year: I reception at Moran's, a fine old neighborhood bar in Chelsea. I just got back. Wow. Or, as Vito would say, "WoOow!"

Mingled for a while with w few folks, then fell in with Messrs. Gori ('82), Weatherall ('82), and Sheehan ('66). Ancient yarns were spun. Much wine flowed. Many tales were told and celebrated. Yes: celebrated. The donor reception ended so we moved out to the bar and drank even more. I'm totally in the bag; on the long, lonely train ride home, I almost felt like Party Girl. We visited all topics tonight: everything from the X-Squad to the Central Park Jogger fiasco. And the drinks kept coming (how many drinks do I owe Gori by now?).

Next year, I'm raising my contribution.

And tonight, I'm sleeping on the couch.

Did I mention? Cookie lost another tooth this week.