One of the perils of being born Jewish...
Nobody has given me a red envelope since my wedding. Actually, I thought that once I got married, I had to start giving out the envelopes to my friends' children (which I can't say I have ever done).
All that changed this morning, when I passed up an offer for the "best Vietnamese coffee" there is. (I am drying out for the marathon). In addition to a couple of packets of G7, I am in receipt of a cute little WaMu envelope; coffee is for after the marathon, and the red envelope contains some denomination of money that I am not supposed to spend (or else I'll have bad luck).
Thank you Jade, my new favorite pharmacist.