I need to bitch for a second. Last year, I spent Christmas and New Years in Barcelona and London with a pretty blond PhD student. This year I'll be in a cheap motel room in
Willis Willows, CA — with frigging Murilee! How could I have fallen so far, so fast? Yeah, sure, we'll be covering the latest iteration of the 24 Hours of LeMons up at Thunderhill and pounding beers (Murilee did book us into the only hotel in town with a bar), but still! From octopus diced and served raw in front of you (with little saucers of red wine) to room temp beef jerky and hairy flatulence in only 12 months. Please, someone, anyone, let us know that you're hopping in your car and driving somewhere interesting enough to make me jealous. Like Modesto.