Party planning at a halt, for lack of oh my god, i just put my hand into a blob of something gross, be right back

ok, back. So anywho, party should be awesome. If you are reading this, though, you are hereby sworn to secrecy automatically, because if I tell anything more before stating this, there's the very real possibility that the plans might reach people who would put a halt to my fun, and that would be bad for the snitch. Party plans are so far thus: Ladies meet up at Sarah's house, and, waving goodbye to our padres, we say we're going to pick up the others. We pick up "Elaine," "Sarahj," and "Zoe." "Elaine" is actually Tim, and "Zoe" is really Brent. "Sarahj" (aka, Kyle) will not be picked up until we get into Florence, and then continue the caravan to Driftwood Shores. There, we shall party the night away! Pizza, birthday cake (and who wouldn't want the birthday cake of the daughter of the Chocolate Guy?), fire in multiple forms, and, of course, the beach. mmm... there's something really relaxing about the smell of a large puddle of briny water and carcasses and ground-down rocks and bits of pickled wood. :)

Sadly, nothing else is even worth mentioning around here. The kids were driving me to the brink of insanity today at work, and because of said work I didn't get to see Kyle when he swung by town... Ok, I'm done complaining, I promise. Even though I can't get Sarah to tell me what Kyle's giving me for my birthday, and it's driving me crazy! He somehow managed to get an oath out of her that she's sticking to, even though she's supposed to be my friend. Turncoat. Oh well, I'll find out in... 15 days? 14 days? I don't know.

That's all for now, so enjoy the update, and if you have any questions, email me. Cheers!

---Meghan