/\   /\   /\ What Antonio said. 
 
Since none of my bicycling crew has responded to my voice, emails or text messages I can only assume that like HCers at a national meet, they are lying in some bordello drunk as skunks and tomorrows ride will not happen. 
 
So with apprehension and a bit of nostalgia for Christmas past, I am opening another bottle of Veuve Cliquot Brut.  This one I found buried in the back of my locker and it has an inch thick layer of dust on it.  Since this is not a vintage champagne, this may not be a good thing, then again if the widow gives me a good buzz and I don't fly off a cliff on my ride tomorrow morning, all will be good. 
 
Cheers all!