Peach finally did throw up. Thus, last night, she and Mary were eliminated from The Amazing Race. Such a shame. I will have to remember to bring along the Emetrol when we get picked. (I'm inclined to fall victim to "food or drink indiscretions.") We learned yesterday that the deadline for Race 3 applications is May 8, foiling previous plans to make a video over Memorial Day weekend. Luckily! I am going to DC this weekend anyway, so it looks like we'll throw something together on Saturday. Thus, if you have any advice or ideas, speak now or forever regret not helping us get on TV...

Jen reported today about a new form of karaoke going on in NYC: live karaoke where you sing along with an actual band. Wow, I'm not sure even I would be up for that. Cheesy beach/80s hair/horse-riding videos are much less intimidating.

Finally, I found this old, pre-San Francisco picture of me and Jess kicking around my Hotmail folders this morning. (I keep getting the blasted warnings that I'm running out of space...) We had it taken at one of those silly background-adding machines at the Levi's store downtown, when we were both visiting northern CA before moving here. It's hard to believe that was us, just a little more than 2 years ago. We look so young (not to mention corny) and nothing like our SF selves. Amazing what years 28 and 29 yield in terms of wrinkles.