1759.4 miles is a long way to go to find out it's just not your weekend to party. I call it being a party dork, where you go to a party made up of a lot of interesting people, and you just can't think of a damn thing to say except, so, how you doin'?

This, despite my last two entries, describes my entire weekend (with a few notable exceptions). Which is why I'm back in my hotel room at 10 p.m. on the last night of my little vacation, on the internet. I'm ready to go home and hibernate for the rest of the week month year life.