It's Friday and Phoebe's ready to hit the town. I asked her about her plans and she didn't want to tell me because who wants their mom to crash their party? Eventually she told me she thought she might go to a rave at the pet food outlet down the street. Some local tom figured out a way to get in and has custom claw extensions to open cans of food. I think she might be lying, but when I walked by the place last Friday night, I swear I saw pulsing lights. Then again, I'd just had a couple of margaritas.