no offense to Gabe, et al.

Excuse me while I whine.

I don't want to go to the airport tomorrow. No, no, no, no, no, no . . .! Noooooooooooooooooooooo!

Ahem.

I feel a lot better now.

And yay for spending a week with Rachael, Paul, the 03ers, the OBCL faculty/staff, the white tablecloths, the red carpet, and the crazy elevators.

But I still want my transporter beam.