I will not be in Burlington.

Mood: come see come saa. Haha. ...French for you.
Music: U2 - The Sweetest Thing

How come everyone seems to think I am watching improv tonight?

Dear Improv team.
I regret to inform you that I will not be in Burlington tonight due to a previous engagement with The Father.
I would ask him to go, because having inherrited my keen sence of humor from none other than him I'm certain he would appreciate your impromptu shenanigans as much as I do. However, at the moment he is currently driving my Grandfather's 27-year-old Mercedes which would cost an arm and a leg to fix should a fly hit it the wrong way. Therefore I have taken it unto my own crystal-minded judgement to not so much as even ask him.
That said, I will not be in Burlington tomorrow night should you advance to the next round. (Which you will. Because you're my team and that leaves you no other alternative.) I will not know if you have andvanced to said round for I will be in Durham, and therefore unreachable by any means of modern communication (read: msn) unless I end up going to Owen Sound... In whichcase I will not be in Burlington.
Love, your friend and loyal supporter until the end,
~Anneliese

There. Now that that's all cleared up... I don't know why I was in such a horribly bad mood this lunch. It was really weird... Whatever it was I hope it's not contageous... eek. But thanks to Mikey and The Russian for snapping me out of it. My chin is now up! :-) Hooray!

Gotta go get mah hair did!

Ta Da