So I am in Niagara-on-the-Lake, Canada, with my parents and sister, who flew in from NYC yesterday and who flew to NYC from Jordan on Friday.

Look at her sluttily cavorting among camels and ruins:







Yesterday she had the following conversation with my mom:

"Have you ever heard of the Dead Sea?"
"Yes."
"It's really cool."

I would just like to remind you that she is a very very very fancy corporate attorney who does things with hedge funds and M&A's and other mysterious, suspicious things.

Anyway, the town we are in is as quaint as quaint can be. All big houses with wraparound porches and idyllic gardens. Shutters and windowboxes and little baskets lined with cloth and ribbons. We are here for the week to see two plays and bike along rivers and to wineries and to restaurants with glittery windows overlooking streets full of shops that sell paintings of dogs.

In other news, look at Joi in Inked Magazine: