Dear Candace
I am really sorry for letting myself go like that on Thursday. I had a great time and all, but it was at your expense and stress. [1] And to top matters off, you cleaned up everything so well. You even put the soup away. As you might imagine, I awoke with a major headache. I don't think I've actually felt this bad since the time I drank a bottle of wine by myself in 1992 .... at least the room wasn't spinning or anything like that. The low turnout combined with the bad weather and my exhaustion from these insane 16 hour days artificially lowered my threat level. An then add Dina into that equation .... although, I don't think I would have sung (poorly and forgetting the words) Back in the USSR with you. That was a good moment, and it was at the end of the evening, because everyone left right after that.
I don't even want to imagine what it must be like for you right about now.
You must be exhausted.
I'm going to clean the studio up now for the Jon's birthday party. I think I'll put the Christmas Tree in the Green Room so that it doesn't get knocked over (again)
I love you.
michael
[1] although I do have some interesting pictures of you dancing with Maria.