I could get used to this...
I hobbled off to MidWest Madness (a gaming convention) this past weekend. It was smaller than the organizers hoped, but was still fun (and I plan to address it in more detail in my gaming log). But anyways, my dear friend Vic Polites met me in Battle Creek and drove the rest of the way in my car. Every time we needed to go somewhere (which was often, because the hotel and food were all some distance from the convention sites) he went and fetched the car and picked me up at the door.

Oh, heaven. I always knew I'd want a housekeeper if I ever were filthy rich, but now I want a driver too!