I'd love to be there, if only to have the beers and be given untold amounts of excrement regarding my apparent inappropriateness for command of anything up to and including a kite, nevermind the fact that some peons can't jumpseat a whim. Alas, it seems I've been summoned for jury duty which puts an effective end to any plans I might have outside of flying the rubber dog-doodie from one place to another for the forseeable future. I'll rely on the Knights to drink my share and more, and I trust to stay up far later and drink far more than is reasonable, and stuff in the trashcan anyone who advises otherwise.
No worries. Ask anyone who knows me: I'm much more fun in spirit(s) than in person. Drink ten or eleven for me, brave Knights, and the devil take the hindmost.