Today's the big day... huge party at the Pub; mucky-mucks decked out in full regalia and expected more than thier pompous asses probably deserve. Two or more months of planning and three hours of show time, and then - thank gawd- it'll all be over. It'll be time to go over to El Greco and get me some drunk on. I'd say wish me luck, but who bothers to read my journal? 
And I wish you lotsa luck.