I'm a lady, but not those ladies. Matthew, you missed my companion, the Boy. And perhaps one other companion--my excellent (and lurking) friend, whom we call the Hobbit. She lives in Grand Rapids. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that the Boy and I won't be there in time for Friday night festivities (plus, we won't have seen each other in two weeks by that time , and I don't want to gross any of y'all out). But Saturday, bright and early as I can drag his ass out of bed. He told me he was coming along, so he'd better be. And even if he ain't, I is.