I thought I already was her personal hero. 
Ladies, you really don’t need to dye your hair to emulate me. Really. It’s too much adulation.
I’m thinking of making some nicely tasty little Canadian treaties to bring with us. Mmmmmhmm.
What? Like some item about logging sales or tundra management or some such?
You sure know how to make a party swing, Ginger.
Mr. Chance, you forget that I know where you live, and know how to make you miserable. Dollface.
Oh, I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover!
But…but…I’m still trying to recover from the Cauliflower Incident. You mean dying my hair didn’t gain me ANY points??
<sulk>
Hmm. I have to work on Saturday until 2. Which wouldn’t put us to the Palatial Chance Estate until around 4. Is this still cool? Will we be too fashionably late?
As long as you speed, Skerri, because I’ll be leaving shortly after that.
Well, the BF doesn’t want to go again, so I’m coming without him, if I can catch a ride with anyone.
Any Nova Dopers want a hitchhiker?
I’m sure some will.
Am I right, people?
Dave is probably going to need a lift back, unless we decide to drive up in two vehicles. Or, you know, he could move into the Guest House and change his name to Kato.
More power to him. But it has no power and no toilets.
But, hey, whatever turns him on. There’s an old couch out there.
Why would I do a silly thing like that? 
Robin
Directions are now sent to all and sundry who responded to the e-vite.
Anyone else still need them?
Ginger, we can probably give Dave a ride home if he still needs it. We live in Catonsville, so if that’s anywhere near, we can do it.
And we may be getting to the party near 3:30. Mapquest says it’s an hour and 15 minutes, so if I let the Boyfriend drive, we’ll be there in 45. 
We’re at exit 89 off of I-95. I don’t know which way you drive, but I’m pretty sure you don’t need to come this way.
Ginger, I’m pretty sure that we can give Dave a ride home, if needs be. It’s not like you’ve never done Robin and I a favor. 
You just want to brag on the cheesesteaks.
Admit it.
mmm . . . cheesesteaks . . .
Good thing I checked my “Junk Mail” folder… but why are you offering to lower my mortage too?
Is it time to start the ride-sharing thread then?