Up, Up and Away

Well I survived the fever.  It only lasted, at most, 12 hours.  Very weird, but I’m eternally grateful to Tylenol and a little extra rest Thursday morning.
So… I’m on my way to New York tonight!
I got a couple text messages from Tuna Girl last night that prefaced, pretty much, how I think this weekend is going to go:

Message #1:  Woooooo hoooooo!

(my reply:  You’re drunk already, aren’t you?)

Message #2:

Message #3: Not me.  I’m innocent.

Apparently, however, Patrick is as guilty as sin.

8:30 can’t come fast enough. 🙂