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Okay, I'm alive...We're currently in rehab, but we're alive. I've had the best intentions of keeping you up to date on my parents' visit, so please believe me, then please forgive me.

It was rather difficult to find the key board of my laptop through the pile of 860 empty wine bottles, 12 empty Smirnoffs, 11 Retsinas leaping, 10 days of headaches, 9 Bloody Mary's dancing, 5 GOLDSCHLAGERS!! 4 pickled livers, 3 nights of Ouzo, 2 of everything and A - DRUNKEN - HOLIDAY - BINGE...

I dropped the parental units off at Los Angeles International yesterday at a bright and bushy 4 in the morning. Even my breath was pissed about it. So, we're recuperating (me, Will and my breath) and I will be doing my best to catch up on 3 weeks of blogging. There's plenty to tell and I'm sifting through the rubble to see where to begin.

Until then, JoeyGory has contributed this video. THANKS JOEY! If it's one thing George W can invoke from me (beside the anger, vomit and tears), it's laughter. Kind of a nervous-appalled laughter, but it's still laughter.