It's official. I have joined the sorority of Stapleton moms and last night was initiated into that most sacred ceremony: Bunko.

What's Bunko? was my first reaction.

My first clue was the invitation, which said, "If you can hold a wineglass, you are probably overqualified to play Bunko."

Twenty-five of my neighbors descended upon my friend's house dressed in our best jeans & shoes to drink wine, eat bread & chocolate, drink wine, chat & gossip, drink wine, and play a funny dice game that requires very little concentration and allows you to drink & talk while you play.

And this morning, I have a headache.