Wednesday, April 07, 2004
In case I don't get another chance, I'm going to tell you now that I'm flying to San Francisco tomorrow for the weekend. My sister Vanessa is having herself bat mitzvahed at the ripe young age of 31. A lot of family will be there; I'm also hoping to see Nils, Stephanie, Catherine, and Brian. I wish I could make it to Jimmy's reading, but my sister has planned an evening of karaoke for the family on Saturdaybesides, our plane leaves the next morning at nine. A short, short visit, but I'm still gonna wear some flowers in my hair.
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