Just was talking to the accountant in my office about what was going through my head a year ago this week.
Remember the build up?
The 6 months of pure anxiety?
The waiting and waiting?
The planning and organizing of trips and making it all work?
The travel down/up/over to Virginia?
The sleepless nights leading up to the 6th?
The child-like-feeling-the-night-before-Christmas that we all were feeling?!
I just wanted to go back in time for a moment and relive that hype, that sheer feeling of awesomeness.
The clouds parted on the 6th, the sky was blue, it was like 70 degrees each day, the circus was in town.
It was something that could not have been scripted any better, no matter how much you imagined it.
The line outside the Mothership, the robots in the fountain, the pink puffy stuff in the trees, meeting new friends and old buddies for the first time in a LONG 5 years.
The chaos that was when the gates opened and the mad rush began.
Walking into the Mothership with the blue-hue gracing our presence, and the odd white balls ominous overhead?
The lights dropping.
THE song being dusted off and the nozzle on the hose being turned on.
Here is a visual recap:
It was P-E-R-F-E-C-T ![]()


) because he was “on an island.”
, but in the end he couldn’t risk it. The bum! 
