It is hard to believe, but I attended my third Christmas party at the Governor's residence this weekend. These parties have always resulted in some big story. Not much to report this time. Unless you count when I jumped on stage and grabbed the mic to sing We Wish You a Merry Christmas all Joe Cocker style. What can I say, these island rhythms just get to me. And then there was the whole repeat of the Knott's Berry Farm incident. Enough said.