Mom, if you don't hear from me tomorrow I won't be with Amos and Bee-Dubya and gnu and the rest of the guys drunk in some gutter or jail. No, I'm flying back to Idaho (via SLC) and I hope I'll be able to tell you of my adventures (I sincerely hope that there aren't any!) tomorrow evening or Sunday.

In the meantime, I hope you and the sibs have a Happy New Year, and that no one gets too drunk.