While some of us were home with our families, listening to our children tell tales of their first day at summer camp, others of us were at the Nobu opening, throwing free booze down our gullets like we were 18 years old again. And that latter group is now stumbling around the office, zombie-like, green-faced, unable to perform our jobs at anywhere near full capacity. God, how I wish I were a member of the latter group. C’mon, ladies. We want details.