No prob... I should be good with the aunts place, granted, I just gotta clear it and make sure I have some sorta key or something.
Flight gets in at like 4:30, and I'll probably spend like an hour at jims drinking beer and eating cheesesteaks alone in the corner table upstairs in a disgusting mess of my own filth gaining weight and generally finding it hard to breath as I stuff my shitty face full of fucking cheesesteak and yuengling after cheesesteak and yuengling, and then I'll head on over to that there venue.