Yes, Gary's comment inspires me to share the last night's SCARIEST moment: Standing in the shadows under the left balcony, Drew nudged me and asked, "Is that a belly chick on Scott?" And sure enough, it was. She managed to back the Megaplez into a corner by doing what looked like a crab-claw twisting of chunks of his flesh. Not to fear. Scott's honor was deftly defended by the luscious Leslie Landreth, as gracious and true a babe as ever was on this earth. I swear the thought cloud above her head said, "There are certain things up with which one will not put." Meanwhile, I think Sara and I were doing a subconscious mental inventory of the empty beer bottles close at hand and their various methods of deployment.