Righteo, the South was... interesting. Many "Confederate Rednecks" as my Uncle Marky-Mark put it. Just got home last night, and already I can feel my version of a Charleston accent slipping away... which is good, since Charleston and Irish don't mix well ;-p

My birthday is on Sunday, the 10th, and as of now, the plan is as follows:
-Wake up, surrounded by people I know, bearing gifts
-Go speak in front of the Church
-Hang out downtown with Brittany, see "Guys and Dolls"
-Pick up my cake (with Tinkerbell!!)
-Have dinner with Bob/Sue, Mom, siblings
-Dancing? I hope so!

Yeah, rock on, call me! I wanna hear "Happy Birthday!" from all of the likes of you!

---Meg'n

ps. I smell cigarette smoke.

pps. went to the doctor today... all of my bruises alarmed him. who knows... mwahaha