Well, actually we are upstairs from a couple of college kids (brother and sister - and she's pretty cute) who'd be more than happy to party along with us. You might like her, Motti. I knocked on her door yesterday because my wife saw that she left her keys in the door. She opened the door in a bathrobe and, when I pointed to her keys in the lock, she said, "ohmigod, that's my drunk ass talking. They've been there since last night! Thank you so much!" Funny as hell. Oh, and she's got some killer looking friends. All around Luke's age.