Vacation goals...
I have them.
Within thirty-six hours of setting foot in the Big Easy, an ancient Ghost warns me of a murderous spirit lurkin.
All I wanted was ten ghost-free days to enjoy sightseeing New Orleans with my boyfriend, to admire art galleries, listen to live music, and eat as many beignets as I can before my pants stop buttoning.
I might as well have asked Santa for a unicorn.
Real life is not cooperating.
I don\'t require poolside margaritas under a fancy cabana to have a Good time.
Vacation goals...
I have them