Sorry kids. It's a travel day. I'm going down to visit with the overlords in Chocolate City. I'll try to take in a Georgetown cocktail party while I'm there. The thread is now yours.

UPDATE:
I forgot I had one of those new fangled wireless cards. I'm blogging and from the train. And guys, I was joking about the cocktail party. To paraphrase the great Meth, I'm all straight shots from dirty glasses.

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