Hey – Gretchen and I made it home safely and everything seems to be in order. All of the house plants look like they were well humped, too. Oh, along those lines – it seems that some people are under the illusion that Gnomedex was nothing more than a wild-ass party. Well, that's exactly what it was – and you missed it. Don't miss it next year. Although, we may have to set up an “evening disclaimer” for the faint of heart in 2003. It was a time for all of us to let our hair down. Or, in Chey's case, our pants.