Dinner from First Slice kicks ass, 2 Days in Paris is the best love story since Shopgirl, and the subsequent events of the evening left me up ’til now (5:11am) and wondering how to get back on the beam. I know it’s possible, but don’t ask me how or why or when. Answers may come from sleep or prayer or meditation. I’m trying all three, hedging my bets. Namaste.