Your mission. . .

. . .should you choose to accept it:



Babbles, Caitamaran, and any readers free from June 19th-23rd,

I'll be a trophy date for a wedding taking place in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire. After the freak collision of two planes sent big hurtful tears of debris and wreckage onto my school playground (killing and injuring many friends), I've refused to fly. I'll be driving out to the Eastern Seaboard during the dates listed above. The drive is expected to take 16-hours, and will be completed in one sitting. From the car, we'll see such amazing U.S. cities as Cleveland, Buffalo, Hartford, and Albany. My date is flying out. I have three open seats.

Since I'm not technically "invited," I don't think I'm allowed to bring a date or dates to the ceremony. With that, I'll be busy Saturday morning/afternoon. You'll have to entertain yourselves. Maybe you can talk about cats. I'm confident in my abilities to get you into the reception. As well, there are "events" planned for Sunday-morning. I'm not sure what they are. I think there's water skiing and horse-punching.

We'll leave Sunday afternoon and head to Vermont. I've heard there's candy that's made from Maple Syrup and pressed into the shape of a Maple Leaf!

My goal is to be back in Chicago by Wednesday of the following week, at the latest.

BTW, I'm not sure how cool my date is with all this, so she might be a total bitch to all of you. If so, just deal.

Now let's see some America!!!