Super Shuttle picks Adam and me up at three-thirty — as in, in a few hours from now. We got a few final beers at Big Hunt and it occurred to me that three-thirty in the morning is by far the latest-earliest-ungodliest hour I've ever been expected to do anything. Our only solace is the hope that somehow Dulles will have a bar open that will provide the martinis that will make our flight a little less unpleasant.
At the moment, I'm eagerly anticipating tonight's "SNL," as the Scissor Sisters are the musical guest. I can't remember the last time I was eager to see the "SNL" musical guest perform.
By the time many of you read this, I'll be in California again. If, somehow, I'm not and it's not yet Sunday morning, wish me luck and pray for nice weather and perplexingly buoyant aircraft.