Sitting at gate 2, terminal one, Southwest Airlines. Thanks to ample construction along Pacific Coast Highway, a 40 minute airport sortie took nearly two hours and skidding through security and up to the gate at 7:07 for a 7:10 departure is exactly 30 seconds too late.

NEVER plan on taking the last flight out.

Luckily, though it was the last flight to San Jose, and the first morning flight would get me there too late for the wedding, there's another flight in 40 minutes to Oakland. The LAST flight out.

So now instead of a nice evening with Ammy and Rick, I'm off to a night of retro-eighties dancing at New Wave City with Karen and Crystal, unless good sense gets the better of me and I work on my game design assignment instead.

Cest la vie, in the purest form.

I hope your weekend is happy without being quite so eventful.

Oh yeah; yay Cal, and go Raiders. Okay, done now.