I'm pretty sure I won't be able to come. I'm in training in california Feb. 6-10 and I'm slammed at work now. I can't imagine the workload after being gone a week. Things are a little shakey with me and the wife. Ok, the wife is shakey like she's a 400ft tower of jello 1 foot wide in a class five hurricane and I'm ok. She begged me to go see a head shrink even though I keep telling her my fancy hats won't fit anymore if he skrinks my head. And a marriage councler is in my near future, so running off to party with wackos from the internet may not be the brightest of ideas. We are just so different that we get rough patches and do some rearranging to get all the lumps out. Well, that and she's nuts. But I figure I'm just racking up the good karma and that fellow that I'm going to be in my next life is going to be one happy go lucky mother fucker. Party on future me! Party on!