I just got home a little while ago from meeting my friend M. at the Spaghetti Factory for dinner. Apparently Thursday is the night to go, as we didn’t have to wait at all. I PPH the pasta with mizrithra cheese and browned butter. Holy hell that’s good (and salty) eatin’.

Now I have to decide what to pack for my night at ye olde haunted house. Considering this trip isn’t about seduction, I’m bringing my Little Miss Sunshine pjs, which I think are quite adorable. For Saturday, I’m going to bring a long-sleeved purple t-shirt and I’ll probably just wear the same jeans that I wear tomorrow … which brings me to tomorrow. I need to be casual yet cute. Something I can wear around an old house and not look ridiculous in … I’ll probably just pull something out of the drawer tomorrow and wear whatever! Of course I need to bring my toiletries but not so many as to look incredibly high maintenance …

MM is convinced I’m going to get all freaked out and want to run away screaming. He may be right. He asked what I was going to do if I got scared in the middle of the night. I told him it would be his problem, as he’d have to listen to me whine and cry. He seemed ok with that. I can always pull the ol’ “oh big strong man, protect me” act … I shouldn’t mock. That’s just tempting fate! There’s no cable or internet at the house, as far as I know, so I hope I get cell reception so I can Twitter … surreptitiously, of course, so MM doesn’t wonder who I’m texting every 30 seconds!