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I must have a tapeworm. Either that, or I'm in the midst of a growth spurt. While both explanations for the GNAWING HUNGER I've been experiencing for the past week or so seem highly unlikely, it almost seems that the growth spurt is the least likely explanation.

Over the long weekend I went to NH and sort of hid out. Only called Vikki (see how much I love you, Victoria?). My mom fed the tapeworm delicious food like baked scallops, calzone, and homemade roast beef, but tapeworms are hungry little buggers.

Caitlin and I drove up from Brooklyn early Saturday morning, armed with bagels and directions from her boss on how to take a route (through a lovely and long stretch of Ultimate Ghetto) that would help us avoid lots of traffic. We sang out loud to playlists we made for 4.5 hours straight.

Isn't it crazy how many song lyrics you have memorized? I think I scored points with "Walk Like an Egyptian" and Caitlin's memory lane highlights definitely included knowing all the words to "Always be My Baby." Duet highlights included "I Wanna Dance with Somebody," "Lucifer," and "Wide Open Spaces."

Yesterday, we got a ride back to Brooklyn with our friends and their three month old baby, who is pretty much the cutest human with whom I've ever had the pleasure of spending five hours in a backseat. The baby fussed at two points during the trip. The first time her mama was sitting in the back with me, so she took care of business. The second time it was Caitlin and I left to our own baby-calming devices. Erin, the baby mama, told us to stick a pinky finger into the baby's mouth because her sucking mechanism calms her down (they don't want to rely too heavily on a pacifier). So, Caitlin and I alternately spent a good half hour with our pinky fingers shoved in a baby's mouth.

I really do love kids and babies, but I hardly ever spend significant amounts of time with them, nevermind providing a certain level of care and attention. The pinky finger experience was fairly surreal, knowing that I was about to return to my bachelorette pad and eat takeout tacos and watch two solid uninterrupted hours of television.

The tapeworm is rearing its ugly head. Time for a feeding.