Brotherlocksley and I are at an airport bar, awaiting our redeye to Boston for our cousin's wedding. I have a giant beer, an overpriced travel pillow, and am working on steeling myself for a weekend of passive-aggressive backhanded comments. Luckily, Brotherlockskey is the coolest twentysomething I know, and together we will make our own fun. What are you all up to tonight?
ETA: Eee! Marcia Gay Hardin just walked by me in the airport!!