Napping to Beetlejuice. It is NOT our girls night out and we are NOT the girls in the Volvo or the people in line for eight hours outside of El Cid waiting to see Jane's Addiction. My friend was a H runner for PF in Detroit. JG asked me if I had been growing my lashes out. They have a hot rod house guest. Mims spends nights coding FLASH. Kelly and I are going to find this pie place that isn't far from the bat cave but is not anywhere online - as soon as she finishes making tea.