So after three glorious weeks of running around like a chicken with my head cut off, my best friend went home on a plane today. We had to get up at 6 am, and none of us were thrilled to have to climb out of the nice warm bed to crawl out into the freezing cold and the bone-chilling mist. Blech. But we settled down for breakfast at IHOP and had a
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I still don't know what the hell is going on. Who all is in our room? I know Pat took care of himself, Kris, Odin and Spencer.
That leaves?
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