Yesterday: up 3:30, head for airport, fly to Houston; plane arrives an hour early -- wotthe? that's some tailwind; also, Southwest broke a handle off my zillion dollar suitcase, and offered to repair or replace (they could hardly deny breaking it off, as it was circling the carousel along with everything else); I am opting to repair, once I get back to NY, but this is one of the reasons SW is my new favorite airline Get picked up by dance buddy, sorted out at hotel, off to pick up another dance buddy, lunch, movie, then another movie b/c it was rush hour, and as long as you're sitting still, might as well sit still and be entertained; FYI, Red Dawn is just as bad this time around as it was last time but Pitch Perfect was delightful Sushi at a damn good sushi place for din Crash; I've been up for something like 20 hours, no wonder I'm at the single-syllable conversation stage: DB: "So, did you enjoy the sushi?" Me: "Mm." DB:"And wasn't the movie fun, even though it was stupid? And the first movie, wasn't it charming?" Me: "Mm." DB: "Time to get back to the hotel and go sleepy-bye?" Me: "Mm."