I can't say for sure I would be, anyway, though, as my heart is not in it at all.
Now if I had a sawbuck for every strange hacked-up phlegmball, I'd take you all out to drinks and dinner (presuming you have any appetite, after reading "hacked-up phlegmball"). And, yeah, that'd include flying everybody in for the occasion. Or, hell, flying everybody to NYC or San Fran. or something. (queerbychoice, don't worry---I wouldn't try to get you to go out to eat!)