I got an email this evening from my cousin. One of her friends was shot and killed over the weekend... over an accidental car door dinging that took place outside of Club NV.

It's really sad that it's that easy to get yourself murdered these days. You don't have to be out in the Iraqi desert to be gunned down in cold blood. You just have to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. It happened to Maria last two years ago...

(I've gotta stop bringing that up. I've guilted myself enough already for not handling that as well as I think I should've.)