I don't feel like the parentheses ever really closed on this trip. Maybe the last one won't be placed until I step off the plane in Seattle. What it seems like happened - and I am open to alternate explanations in the vein of Grassy Knoll - is that we got off the plane, held a PAX that obliterated the first one here on every conceivable axis, made shedloads of friends, and now before I can even stack these memories appropriately in my brain I'm getting back into a plane.
