I won't make it either now. My excuse is less noble though. I drank entirely too much last night "according to my head, stomach, and liver" but just the right amount according to my penis, girlfriend, neighbors and the planter box at the end of the driveway. That being said there's no way I'm ready to make the drive to Dayton and Jagr can no longer drive my intoxicated shell of a perverted shit show and I still don't have the energy to get that damn planter out from under my truck yet. Sorry.