Erin had this coming week off, so I took it off as well. We were going to do something fancy and tropical. Find a nice island beach to lay on and nurse frozen drinks from hollowed out pineapples, you know the picture. But, then we sort of couldn't figure out where we wanted to go, and we wanted to avoid the spring break madness (which is seemingly in more or less full swing this week), and frankly we just sort of couldn't put anything together that we felt was worth the money that we had earmarked for it, all things considered. So, instead we decided to rent a car and drive to hot sunny Massachusetts. OK, it isn't hot or sunny this time of year (at all), but we'll be able to visit my mom, and maybe we'll get to clean out my damn storage unit. We stayed with the island theme, though, and booked a couple of nights at a really luxurious spa/resort dealy-bob on Martha's Vineyard—should be great. And, I guess we can have drinks served in hollowed out lobsters. Unfortunately, David Anthony, we probably won't be able to make it to your birthday extraveganza. The rental car is due back that day. But we'll wish you a happy happy from afar. And, March being the month of birthdays, don't forget to track down and spank both Andy and Count Zackula on the 16th. Please: amuse yourselves on the bullboard during my abscence. I'll be checking in to make sure that everyone plays nice-nice, and with any luck I'll have a lot of pictures (polaroids and otherwise) when we return. So, see you in a week. You'll have things you'll want to talk about, I will too.