hi.

Updating has certainly taken a back-seat this summer.

In short, things have been good lately.

Yesterday, Ted and I drove to Lunenburg with a hangover. We ate at a "50s Diner" and a really cranky woman named Marge who was missing some front teeth gave us angry service.

Tonight, I am going on a ghost walk! I understand that it's likely going to be Erin, Deanna and I accompanied by dozens of overweight Americans but I love ghosts. Seriously, if I could pick two careers they would be chasing tornados or studying paranormal activity. If there was a way that I could some how collaboration the two, my life would be perfect.

Attention: We (Deanna, Krista and I) will be having a party this Thursday (tomorrow)--I don't know the date so figure it out, idiots. Bring booze and don't come if you're a downer. Don't bring Sammy. Any non-perverted, funny, nice, attractive (or not) people are welcome. Show up around 9.

I think my hangover has expanded into day two. Ted and I decided to go to the Seahorse followed by Reflections. I shot Tequila and was done in. The rest of the night is a blur of pavement, vomit, chanting "never eat shredded wheat" , and Ted trying to cover me up as I lay sprawled on the ground in a little skirt. I never said I was classy.

I kind of want to shoot tequila for the ghost walk. I also want Krista to dress in old clothing and scare the fattys when they talk about our house (we're on the ghost walk, jealous?). Ghosts!

Back to work.

P.S. For anyone who doesn't know, I was slandered in the Daily News (snore). Ouch.