Argh. A number of friends are around town this weekend, mostly in the northern suburbs. All week we couldn't get together for one reason or another, but figured we'd get together this weekend. So...here I am planning to take the train up to White Plains when I get that queasy "I ate something I shouldn't have" feeling (either the chicken salad sandwich for lunch, or the combined junk food-sushi bonanza from yesterday's viewing of LoTR:TFotR). So, now I'm the one bagging on getting together. Argh argh argh.