We’re supposed to be leaving right now for Lisa’s parents. After a quick brunch, it’s off to Newark for our honeymoon. Don’t worry, we’re not staying there. There’s supposed to be some large, winged vehicle that will wisk us several hours West, to some group of islands known as Hawaii. It’s supposed to be nice there, we’ll see.
I’m out of here for two weeks of fun in the sun. See you suckers later. I’ll have intermittent e-mail access (at least in the beginning), so if any of you guys want to beg me for some Kona coffee or evil tikki gods, send me a message. Later…