Just in case you wanted an update on the Ghost in a Jar saga. . . . . . . . . . . Still no word back from E about my upcoming Michigan trip. E sucks. . . . . . . . . . . A coworker's son and daughter had prom. Across the street from work. So I blew a good 2 hour chunk with other coworkers waiting for their limos to come. In the meantime we just watched all the pretty young people climb out of the various stretched cars. An eclectic mix of dresses (c'mon, let's face it, we ain't interested in the boys). A few too formal. A few too tight (especially since there wasn't much up front to fill it out with). A lot that were pastel shades of junior high. And then there was the hoochie mama limo. Lots of bounce. Bounce is good. But that last limo. With the two "self employed models" from Jeresy. Implants larger then my head. They were not from that high school. Was I ever that young? . . . . . . . . . . So tomorrow is the big concert for my cousin. After some discussion, we've narrowed down what I'm supposed to be saying. Pretty much I'm MC'ing the event. Please turn off cell phones, we'll take an intermission, let's have the music teacher up for a picture parts. Again rehearsal at her house was fun, even more so because now, at the last minute, my aunt decides to make some adjustments. So of course my cousin and young organist (Was I ever that young?) are all frazzled out. I'm really going to miss these family moments. When my other cousin (Mr. get married in Korea and then invite me to the reception in Seattle 4 days before the event) and his family headed out West we lost the big family moments. And when I left for Michigan, thise moments I thought were gone forever. But now they've been occuring on a pretty regular basis, and it's been pretty good despite the smaller parties. And now even that's breaking apart. I suppose this means I'll have to get a family of my own soon. . . . . . . . . . . So it turns out Vienna Teng has a concert here in NYC. June 23rd. The night I fly back in from Detroit. DOH! If I rush from the airport to The Bitter End fast enough, I might be able to catch the end of her show.