<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>The ink on the $10M check had not dried before Olivia had left.  I shrugged at that, looking at Jaclyn—she probably had a better sense of her new friend than I, understanding that sometimes the next obligation robs one the satisfying moment, the celebratory moment, meal or even champagne.<br/><br/>There still was an afterglow despite Olivia not being here to celebrate.  We did finish off a bottle of Champagne.  Jekesai with us.  And it’s really unimportant who drank what or how much of the bottle I imbibed.<em>Hee-hee!</em><br/><br/>It’s time to head back.  If some thought is given to this, it will very enjoyable.<br/>