My grandmother sure keeps her finger on the pulse. At dinner last night she managed to keep up with every topic of conversation from emos to Facebook. To make sure she wasn't just putting on a hip, educated front, I questioned her further when talk turned to The Ivy. "What do people do at this place?" I asked. "They swan around, swim in that disgusting pool and take drugs," Grandma replied without missing a beat. She may be ageing, but her sense of perception is still so very ripe.