Well that was kind of easy.  Powerhouse studios was too expensive anyway.  They actually invited us for a full course tasting in May, filet mignon included.  I'm there for sure.  It took a few days but I finally decompress from my poor venue choices for Ben's party.  What it does reinforce in me is that, who the hell cares, he probably won't like it anyway, so why exactly am I sweating it.  Each and every day.

A few days later Ben comes home from school all sullen, telling me his classmate Coltrane is having his Bar Mitzvah party the same day and time as our party with the same sixty kids.

"He's walking around school asking kids which Bar Mitzvah they're going to."

"With that personality is it really a problem?"I blurt out.

"His father works at a radio station and he's telling everyone that a famous rap artist will show up."

So I guess it won't come down to personality.  So we're screwed.  I call over to his mom Leslie, who actually attendied the same high school as me, fifteen energetic years later.