more on this sunday...

looks like we're comin' to houston. killy, the ever helpful, secured us a room at the rotary house, so we can crash somewhere w/o a toxic fridge.

tag, why don't we (you, liz, diana, me) get reservations at the clay pit for friday?

lemme know.

carol,
my mom doesn't love jazz cds. she lovers hair band cds. especially aerosmith.