Yo, Hyperplex...

I think we all lived. Matt and I didn't die in a firey plane crash, Nick and RonK lived through the drive, and we still don't know about James.

Surviving, that is. We're pretty sure about his sexual orientation, especially after this weekend.
 
Well, if his wife couldn't convince you, I'm afraid to know what did the trick!

I think if I had to sit in a car from DC to Chicago and back twice in three months, I just might kill myself. I'm convinced that rt. 94 is the edge of Purgatory.