People,

So we hit NYC with an unparalleled vengeance this weekend, but it looked for a while as if it might not happen. When we hit the road on Friday afternoon the road had already been hit by three or four inches of slick snow. Now, I don't know how many physics courses you all have taken, but a heavily laden rear-driven minivan and snow are pretty much the fiercest of natural enemies. But aside from some sweet evasive maneuvers by Gordo the wonder driver we emerged unscathed.

And luckily for us, the snow let up once we hit Connecticut, where it gave way to a hailing storm of ice pellets. However, after just one terrifying hour this gave way to a simply bone chilling rain when we hit the Big Apple.

You just have to love the Northeast.

The show itself was a trip, but I think that's a story for tomorrow as I just got yelled at by my dickhead boss for not leaving him phone messages in the format he likes....