Sticky Wicket

I'm going to NYC this weekend. Rebekah is coming up to meet me from DC. I was hoping to see Michael while we're there, but, sadly, he's performing in Maine right now. Rebekah refuses to grieve about this even though it's a tragedy and makes me resent the good people of Portland and their Shakespeare-watching ways just a tiny bit. I forgive Rebekah for her lack of grief on my behalf, though, because just getting her to New York may be a tricky proposition what with her ID and identity being stolen and the bus company requiring ID and all. She may have to employ her womanly wiles to get herself onto the bus, and I can see how that might distract her from cursing the residents of Maine.