Been there and back again (apologies, Prof Tolkien) courtesy of the magic of air travel and cannot believe that 24 hours ago I was sweating my arse off in a Florida convention center trying to erect a display booth. The boss told me and Marge to dress properly, so (taking her at her word) we assembled the erector set from hell in slacks and blouses in a room with no air conditioning, working alongside equally wet, dusty, unhappy men from the sales team. Naturally, dinner was cut short when we had to go back to the center to pick up the guys, and I wanted to crawl in a hole and die when they didn't believe my explanation of why the van reeked of beer (Marge knocked my frosty glass of Yuengling into my crotch) and I'll never live this one down. Anyway, I wonder if the boss noticed I was missing from the post-assembly meeting in the hotel lobby? Oh, and I didn't even mention that our rooms were occupied when we entered them at 9 PM, stiff and tired, or that the Princesses strolled into the convention center yesterday to shmooze and bat their lashes. But I was graced with dreams of Bruce last night and woke tired but happy.