The Pam Dawber performed fine on the way down. We've now put over 400 miles on it. Woo-hoo!
I could tell you about the surreal church-like service last night as we arrived or the story H.'s mom has told twice so far (about the short guy who danced with her on karaoke night with his face RIGHT HERE, right between her BREASTS, just like THIS), but let's just say it's been fine so far.