So Lindsay, Paris and I are about to hop in the car with "Rob" and head to "the beach".
We don't know Rob.
We've never met Rob.
In fact the only thing we know about Rob is his phone number and the fact that Nick says to trust him.
So we are. Because Nick said to and he has that cute little Australian accent that you can't really deny.
With MY luck he's actually a crazed circus freak who is kidnapping us and taking us to a camp with his gypsies.
He probably heard Paris is a contortionist.
Anyway...we supposedly aren't going to be out too late so you'll know soon enough if I've been forced to join Cirque Du Soleil: Australia.
Love you!
Mary
