People, I am back in the saddle again after a solid week of practice practice practice. We've been told that this is the only way to make perfect so we're going to see how it turns out.

Pete and I have also beern having an ongoing debate about the nature of getting drunk on an airplane. The question before us is: If you get drunk on a plane at a high altitude where the air is thinner, will you get less drunk when you descend to earth? Now, we've accounted for cabin pressurization, people, and airline websites have assured us that cabins are only pressurized to the equivalent of 8,000 feet, not sea level, so it's a valid question. We feel that this is of great national importance, and hard drinking Pete has already contacted Smirnoff Ice about a possible sponsorship to do the research himself. He's a scamp.

Other than that, we here at FXA headquarters are hot on the trail of our only two worldy demands - rockitude and justice, in that order. I don't know how justice is doing right now (Jordan's dept.) but I can assure you that rockitude is going quite well. New Year's Eve at Toad is going to be Fooled By April like you've never seen Fooled By April. Like the cajun chef, I guar-an-tee it.

Until later...