Eric and I stole away for a night to go to the Carolina game in Syracuse. Night out on the town, fancy hotel (by Syracuse standards, of course), room service and time for the two of us: delightfully decadent. Carolina got stomped, and that was pitiful. The prominent anti-dukeness was equally disgusting. Way too much credit for those jokers. Still, the game was a blast, and I loved seeing my team play. It was the best Christmas present. Well, remote start is pretty great too. Lucky gal, I am!