Duuuuude. You're going to hate me. I hate me for making you hate me. I've been planning on having Beth with me that weekend, and the only way to even remotely make it work involves 8 hours in the car with Porter, arriving between 3-4 PM Saturday.

If you want to kick me in the nuts at Dave's, you have carte blanche.

Duuuuuude, now you're going to hate me for hating Merritt and making him hate you for hating me and me hating him. Wait, what?

Anyway, just saw I missed a call from you and it's too late to be calling you back. Hope everything's OK.