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How was your weekend? Physically I'm still recovering. I've been bowling, eating, laughing, playing spades, drinking, smoking, and dancing the hootchie coo til I feel a little, well, bowled over. To tell you the the truth. Not that I ever lie, but me phrase of this week happens to be "to tell you the truth".

E.M. looked the same as ever, but with a fat baby who looks just like her daddy. To clarify, the baby is a boy and he looks like E.M.'s daddy. I told her I couldn't believe it and she said, "I've got a kid! What's up with that?!?" So she hasn't changed. While I was giving her the update on what EVERYONE was doing, I told her about our classmate who had been rumored to be dead in the WTC attack. A week later a story came out in the paper (written by a particularly nasty ex of an ex of mine) and told that he had never been missing. In every sentence the charming writer wrote the man's first and last name. And E.M. said. "Just like we call everyone around here by their first and last name." Which we do. I'm Erin B*****, and I'm under a lot of pressure to always act in character and BE Erin B*****. Ditto for all the rest. Including E.M., who is moving home from the big city now that she's a mommy.

Its like I've been telling you, everyone in a small town is a celebrity.

Oh, and seeing her with her baby made me realize I might want one someday, if you can remain that unchanged. G*ddamn instincts!

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