Flying Solo For 15 Hours

Violet is back off to New York for another business trade show thingy. She leaves late Friday night, and isn't back until the following Wednesday night. Seeing this as another extended amount of time at home with both of our girls, I decided to make the call in to their Grandmother. "Hey, do you think you would be able to take the girls over the weekend down to your place?". Grandma says not for the whole weekend, but she can pick them up on Thursday evening and then I would go and get them Saturday afternoon. That sounds like a pretty solid plan, which will leave me with a whole evening of doing whatever the hell I want to. Friday night.

Now, after thinking about this for a bit, I realize that I'm getting relief for only about 6 hours, really. I'm driving Vi to the airport late on Friday night, and then driving to pick up the girls the following afternoon. A total of 15 hours for complete solo bachelor-type behavior; with over half that time being spent on useless sleeping! Dammit.

Of course, Noland is planning a throw-down celebration of some sort on Saturday night, so that's out. So, if anyone is up for meeting at a pub around 11pm on Friday night, let me know. If there are no takers, I'll either:
A) Find myself bellying-up to a bar all by my lonesome, or
B) Go home, watch a damn movie, and be in bed by 1am.

Rock on.