Get Me the Hell Out of Tanglewood

I'm in my 25th hour of recovery from my weekend in Tanglewood. Sure it seems like drinking wine for 12+ hours is a good idea, but BELIEVE me--there are ramifications. There's nothing quite like getting asked to leave from a house that's not even yours at like 6 in the morning. Ah Well--all for the good of the company. My 24 hour hangover, bloody elbow and swollen knee aside, it was fun.

Baby, You Can Drive My Car.

I got a haircut that makes me look like The Beatles. Not all of them, but maybe George.
It could be worse. It could be Ringo.