Last night, I went to a fabulous graduation party for Persian Surgeon Salsero. Now that he's completed his 100 years of medical school training, he is now officially employed as a Surgeon Salsero who plays salsa music while he performs liver transplants on children at any given hour of day or night (talk about responsibility...and I worry about making it to the coffee shop before noon).

I had thought I might meet some nice cute surgeons, but never got around to it because I ended up dancing to Persian techno till 3 am. I'm sure there's much more to Perisan dancing, but I did the best anyone can do with a drink in one hand. Add to the other hand a plate of food, and it's a whole other type of dancing. Not good for the digestion, but I did get plenty of protein (loved the food!).

The point is, if I can't tear me away from a mojito, beef shishkabob, and the techno version of Thriller to make an effort NOW, when will I? Although, let's face, I'll never be one to walk away from a techno version of Thriller. Maybe most surgeons know not to dance and eat?

The 26-year-old guy I was dancing asked me how old I was and when I said 36, he told me that I seemed like his age.

"That's because I'm very immature."

At least it's a lot cheaper than Botox.

Just for today, I can have fun at 36.