I can't say it didn't please me

So we're sitting around last spring, waiting for the world to unfreeze, when Pete's brother Jake calls up and asks us, "So, what are you doing in October?"
At that moment, our social calendars are not, as they say, fixed. Still, you have this moment when you thing about all the things that youcould be doing in October: climbing all of the fourteeners in Colorado, conducting the philharmonic, apprenticing as an international jewel thief. From March to October, the possibilities seem almost infinite. And then you get ahold of yourself, think honestly about your thoughts and aspirations, and realize that what you will really be doing in October is watching old episodes of "Dr. Who" in your jammies and torturing the cat. Rather than be completely honest, you just say, "I dunno."
Which is a roundabout way of saying that Jake bought us these tickets to see David Sedaris, and last night we got to use them.
We had a lovely time. David Sedaris is as scatological as ever. He's also quit smoking, which is amusing to think about.
Which is a very long way to say: Thanks, Jake!
You can't tell, because I didn't use the flash, but here is a picture of Sedaris peeking elfinly over the podium.