The jazz band playing the Graduation March out on the Mall tells me it's that time of year. (And by the by: wow, state schools. An altogether unnatural number of robed undergrads just spent half an hour processing into the auditorium. Moreso: they'll be doing this in batches all week!) More to my point, it's ScavHunt time. This year I'll be travelling Monday night, landing in the Windy City Tuesday morn; call it T-40 hours to List Release.
My plans thenceforward still require some ironing. I travel heavy for Scav, what with the tools and such, so I need a place to dump that stuff. If there'll be anyone available to let me into Burton-Judson that morning I could leave them there, and not have to transport them later to HQ. Whether or not I do that, I also need a crash pad for Tuesday night, which isn't hard, but does need to get settled. From Wednesday forward I'll be operating out of FIST/Rösëbüd HQ.
If we've long-delayed hanging out pending, I'm all yours on Tuesday or for a day or two post-Judgement Day. I probably won't know when I'm leaving town until that weekend. I'll figure out where I'm staying the week following in that timeframe as well. My availability is reasonable, but touch and go, in media res.
Recalling ScavHunt '05: Our conniseur of the potato cannon surveys his equipment before a leisurely round of golf in which at least two of his projectiles will vaporize before reaching their target. 2005:05:07 14:02:52