Home Again

I made it back! And I didn't get bumped once. Well, except for on the dance floor last night. My legs are absolutely KILLING me!

That's an overstatement, of course; but they are at least throwing brick-laden threat notes through my window.

Thank goodness I didn't get bumped. I did pull an all-nighter and was so miserably tired. The gate agent who gave me my seat on the Denver-Austin flight was apologetic about having to give me a middle seat since the flight was fairly full. Middle seat? I don't think I'd have complained about being strapped to the wing.

The party was fun. Since I took my own advice and just kept my mouth shut and got my freak on, I don't have much to write about that. There will be pictures, perhaps, but almost none of them are on my camera.

And while killing time until the party, yesterday afternoon, we paid a visit to the U.S Space & Rocket Center in Huntsville.


Aren't you envious?

There was a fascinating, if somewhat stomach-throttling IMAX movie about exploring Mars (damn that CGI!) and more rockets, landers, rovers, exhibits, and other cool stuff than you could shake a stick at.


This device, for instance, crushes your used astronauts for easy recycling.

Yeah, you're right, it is naptime.