Last night was the annual Pod and Woody Festivus celebration.

Gourmet food, blown diets, the sin(ful dessert) room, Bacchanalian wine selection. And beer.

For the first time in years, neither my schedule nor “other concerns” forced me to bail after a quick 30 minutes.

Plus, there was this whole Dick R. Brettman’s theater girl date vibe going on with this babe named Molly, which was pretty exhilarating, albeit in a very sane and innocent way…