Far too late to blog in full, since I’ve been out all night at the hottest party in town, courtesy of my new best friend Billy Baldwin. Not to mention my second new best friend Peter Farelly, who even forgave me for momentarily drunkenly confusing the Farelly Brothers with those guys who did the Matrix movies. And not to further mention a few Boston firefighters I spent a long time hanging with.

Now I just have to get up in time to pick up my credentials and get over to the convention center in time to do Air America tomorrow morning.

More later, god and hangover willing.