However, one realization: I'm not sure how the heck I came to this wonderfully bad conclusion when I was buying my tickets but, somewhere along the way, I decided going home Sunday night would be best. This, in retrospect, was not the brilliant idea I once believed it to be. My plane leaves Sunday night at 9pm which means I need to be at Oakland airport by 7pm which means I need to leave the hotel by 6pm which means I'm going to miss Rich's finale game of his Buffy chronicles AND the Sunday night Team Volare party. Go me.
Since Greg and Rich will be running games at 6pm on Sunday, I need to find another ride to the airport. I wonder if I can change my tickets to ass early on Monday morning. Probably not. I do have to get back for a 2pm appointment with my tax accountant.
Well, at least I'll have four days of seeing old friends.