I am not usually one to tell dreams, but this morning I had one in which all the old ladies on my street (and in the dream there were many of them) pulled their perfectly waxed Lincolns out of their driveways in unison and started performing an intricate car ballet in the middle of the block. It was fantastic. I slept an extra half hour just to watch it play out. If this trip to Vegas I'm about to leave for is half as entertaining, I'll be happy.