White Wedding: Happy Anniversary, Husband!

Four years ago, Husband and I were married!

We had a lovely ceremony at a historical meeting house followed by an awesome reception at Fox Hill Inn in Brookfield, Connecticut.

(I debated posting the location of our reception site, but finally decided to go ahead and do it because (1) we live nowhere near it and (2) I want to prove Husband wrong that none of my readers are crazy and will now build a time machine solely for the purpose of going back in time four years to the Fox Hill Inn to somehow prevent our wedding reception from ever happening.)

We originally picked our wedding date more than a year earlier (in January 2006); however, in September, my mother-in-law was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma. For a few days we considered postponing the wedding because we were unsure of whether she'd be healthy, but in the end kept the original date. This turned out to be a good thing since it was the healthiest period she had following her diagnosis.

Since Husband refuses to allow me to post photos of him, it's hard to end up with a photo montage that isn't just completely of me, but here are a few other shots from the day that hopefully he'll approve of!

The kiss! I sobbed through the entire ceremony, but luckily managed to get it together

for the good stuff at the end!

Me, Husband, and my parents after the ceremony.

A family favorite: me and my awesome sister and best friend, Suzanne.

Getting ready to bust a move on the dance floor.

So many people told Husband and I during our reception that they loved how we were having a good time. We were so puzzled. Do most people not have a good time at their own wedding reception? I guess if you allow the stress of creating the "perfect day" get to you, then it might be difficult to less loose and have fun. Husband and I were totally not worried about that and had a blast dancing the night away with friends, reconnecting with family who had traveled shocking distances to celebrate with us, and chowing down on the post-dessert Venetian table (best wedding idea ever!)

Husband says that his one regret with our wedding was that he didn't ask for a "Surf and Turf" dinner option. We had selected crab cakes and fillet mignon as our entrees and he's sure that if he had asked the Fox Hill Inn to put one of each on his plate, they totally would have. He's managed to turn his own mistake into a positive thing for other couples and now many of our friends who have subsequently gotten married have asked for, and received, the Surf and Turf option.

We're celebrating tonight with dinner at a super snazzy restaurant and then showering each other with gifts of the Fruit and Flowers variety (the traditional gift for the 4th anniversary). We both like to be a bit creative with our presents so hopefully we don't end up with forty pounds of apples sitting in the kitchen tomorrow morning!

I'm very lucky to have Husband and don't tell him nearly enough how wonderful he is and how much I love him! These four years have flown by and I can't wait for what the future has in store for us!

Happy Thursday!

I Want a New Drug, Part III

I promised that I'd run my next fertility post on Thursday since four days after I started Ganirelix, I injected two separate medications to trigger ovulation. According to the notches I've been scratching into my bedpost, today is Thursday (bed rest, remember?) so here we go!

The doctor gave me a specific time at which I had to give myself a trigger shot. They time it exactly so that when it's time to go in for the egg retrieval (or alternatively for IUI as this stage is the same process), the body is ready. When you consider that there are really only a few hours every month that even a regularly ovulating woman can get pregnant, it seriously isn't a wonder that the human race didn't die out hundreds of years ago!

As comic Tommy Johnagin, a finalist in last season's Last Comic Standing, points out, nobody ever goes out one night, gets drunk and accidentally builds a shed. If you want to build a shed, you have to reeeeaaaaally want to build a shed. But yet somehow it's possible to go out one night, get drunk and accidentally create another human being! Amazing!

So with IUI, I triggered myself three times with 10,000 iu of HCG. Of all the shots I've had to give myself during this entire process, I think HCG is my least favorite because it requires actually mixing the medication prior to injecting it. Maybe it's just me, but I'm a nervous enough person during this process to also be worrying about properly concocting probably the most important medication! I mean, no HCG = no ovulation = no babies.

No pressure, right?

It's also a little tricky to draw the medication out of the vial since the needle is so long, but there's so little liquid in the vial. My nurse actually told me that some women have actually injected themselves with air because they didn't realize that the liquid wasn't drawing up into the syringe.

Okay ladies, I realize that you might be nervous while mixing your HCG, but if there's still liquid in the vial, you might want to retrace your steps and try again. I mean the last time I checked, air doesn't trigger ovulation otherwise we'd all be walking around in a constant state of having ovulated. Just sayin'...

There's also a lot more liquid in this shot than I was used to from prior IUI medications so that was difficult to deal with as the medication slowly made it's way into my body. I found that injecting the HCG into my stomach was much easier than my leg so after coming to that conclusion, I struggled much less with this shot. The two times that I did inject into my leg, I ended up with a bit of pain and tenderness at the injection site which while not completely miserable was rather uncomfortable.

For my IVF cycle, I triggered myself with two medications: HCG and Lupron. My doctor decided to use smaller doses of both medications because he was so worried about my ovaries becoming hyperstimulated. Supposedly, the Lupron helps combat that concern.

Lupron wasn't terribly difficult to deal with either. It comes with box full of syringes with needles already attached. The Lupron is held in a small vial that you use to fill the syringe and you're ready to inject. Pretty simple and no side effects that I can recall.

Because the Lupron decreases my estrogen, I have to use Vivelle-Dot to replace that estrogen (since that seems to be rather important for baby-hatching purposes). These are stick-on patches that I replace every two days. They stay on really well and I haven't noticed any horrible side effects (although by the time I started using them, I was on so many other medications, who knows what medication was causing what!) I use two at a time and move them across my stomach as I replace them.

Exactly 35 hours after I gave myself triggering doses of HCG and Lupron, I went in for my retrieval, which was one of the things about which I was most scared. Luckily my doctor's office went to extreme measures to make sure I was comfortable for come back on Saturday to read all about that!

My Own Worst Enemy: Me

The timing felt right for a fertility update, particularly since the last few days have been a bit of a roller coaster.

*Disclaimer* Obviously some medical information is contained in this post.

Following my hysterosalpingogram last month, Husband, my doctor, and I decided that it seemed logical to take the next step to IVF. We'd attempted IUI three times without any success. Though the hysterosalpingogram showed no medical reason for the failed IUIs, it just seemed silly to continue that option, especially when another option, with much higher rates of success was available to us.

Husband and I are super lucky in that his insurance provides amazing coverage in this regard. There have been so many times I've seen other couples handing over hundreds of dollars as a co-pay, or in some instances just paying out of pocket 100%. Our co-pay is only $35 and our insurance pays for four egg retrievals in my life time. This really impressed our insurance liaison since most companies pay for a certain number of "cycles", but by classifying as "retrievals", we have the option for more if we opt to freeze embryos. It's nice to know that Husband's long hours at work are good for something!

But anyway, we met with our insurance liaison and she explained the process of beginning IVF. First, we had to attend an information seminar with about 40 other couples. We did that two weeks ago.

I got to the seminar early and snagged an aisle seat by the door. Husband arrived a little late and joined me. A few minutes after Husband arrived, the husband of the woman sitting next to us showed up: a guy we attended law school with and whose father Husband currently works for. Needless to say Husband spent most of the seminar making sure this other guy didn't recognize him. Whereas I spent the seminar wondering what the law school put in our water since this makes the eighth person we know who had to participate in some sort of fertility treatment.

Don't get me wrong, I did pay attention to most of the presentation and let me just say this: there should be a test before people are allowed to procreate, particularly in a controlled setting like a fertility clinic.



Let's play Guess That Embryo!
Who does this embryo look like?

 At the end of the session, the presenter (who happened to be our doctor) asked if anyone had any questions. There was a moment of silence and our doctor was ready to wrap up, but then a gentleman towards the front of the room put his hand up.

Random Dumb Dude: "How do you make sure you don't mix up the specimens?"

Doctor: "What"

Random Dumb Dude: (And I swear he actually said this) Well, all babies look kind of alike so I assume that all embryos look kind of alike. How do you make sure that you transfer the embryos into the right uterus?
Doctor: "We label everything. Several times and in several different ways."

Duh.

What I wish my doctor had said was, "You, sir, are too stupid to have children. Please leave now."

So basically this guy is under the impression that the embryos are running around looking anything like their eventual parents and that's how the lab technicians figure out which embryos belong to which couple. I told Husband that I'm going to make it my mission in life to accidentally have Random Dumb Dude's baby.

Husband agreed that would be awesome because (1) it would be freakin' hysterical and (2) he would be able to stay home and watch baseball rather than going back down to our clinic to make a "deposit" of his own.

Thankfully that was the only truly stupid question of the night and the seminar ended without further incident.

Onto step two of the IVF process: an individual meeting with our doctor.

We did this on Wednesday afternoon. I like my doctor a lot and he let us call the shots on a few issues that I thought he might push back on (i.e. the number of embryos to transfer). My suspicion is that Husband wooed him a bit with his questions about success statistics. The doctor was basically chasing us down the hall to give Husband the most up-to-date though not-yet-published statistics from the clinic. I told Husband that he was probably so excited to be asked intelligent questions as opposed to "Where do babies come from?" (Random Dumb Dude, I'm looking at you) that he wanted to extend the conversation as long as possible!

This embryo appears to be in disguise.
Can you figure out who it belongs to
or are you stumped like Random Dumb Dude?

The final step was a teaching session with a nurse. Since IVF requires more injectable medications than IUI (and many people doing IVF didn't do IUI), the nurses walk couples through the process of preparing and injecting the medications. As we left the office on Wednesday, my doctor said we'd schedule that session in the next week or so and asked when I expected my period.

My diagnosis is Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome which basically means that I don't always ovulate. When you don't ovulate, there's no trigger to start your cycle so I tend to go anywhere from 35 to 65 days between periods.  I reminded my doctor of this and he agreed to write me a prescription for Provera to trigger my period. He then ordered some blood work to determine if I had ovulated this month.

About an hour later, the nurse called me at home: I had ovulated.

Of course I had! The girl with the condition that means she doesn't ovulate always ovulates the month when she needs an extra week before she gets her period. It's like the plot of a bad made for TV movie.

I spent about an hour on Thursday on the telephone with three different people from the clinic: the insurance liaison, Nurse A, my doctor's lead nurse, and Nurse B from the IVF team. They all agreed that Husband and I could take the training online and made a note for the training nurse (Nurse C) to call me on Saturday.

Just when I had that all resolved, I got a phone call about one of my cases. It was one of those situations that I had known for months was hanging by a thread. There were two possibilities: we'd get the case dismissed before the sh*t hit the fan or we wouldn't. Late on Thursday afternoon, I had confirmation that we wouldn't and on Friday, we had to go to court.

After numerous conferences with attorneys, appearances in front of the judge, and conversations with my client, I came to the realization that my client wasn't going to be leaving the courthouse with her 8 month old child. As we walked out of the courtroom, I explained this to her and predictably, she burst into tears. She started crying, the father started yelling, and the baby, in her mom's arms, stared at me wide-eyed obviously not knowing what was happening.

And I lost it.

I could tell for about twenty seconds before I started crying, that I was going to start crying. I tried the relaxation technique that my therapist had recommended (breathe in through the nose "Time" and out through the mouth "Out"), but it was too late.

Because the father was yelling, several security officers came running to where we were standing. I can only imagine when they saw him yelling and me crying, that they thought he had attacked me because they all rushed to me first. I shook my head to let them know that I was fine. Then I realized that if I wanted tissues, I had to go back into the courtroom, thus exposing myself to even more people who would have no idea why I was seemingly taking this so hard.

It was awful. Of course, it was awful for my client, but (and I know this sounds a little cold) I've been through this exact situation before and I was fine. On Friday, it was something about everything that we've been going through that just hit me...hard.

After I calmed down, and calmed my client down, I went back to my office, where I promptly started crying again. Then when Husband got home that evening, I had my third cry of the day. I swear there's no way I have any tears left!

On Saturday morning, I woke up feeling crampy. Of course I was!

Luckily we had an appointment to go meet with Nurse C. We needed to sign some releases and she had to go over the instructional packet with us. While we were there I mentioned that I expected to get my period later in the day. The one pharmacy that our insurance allows us to use is closed on weekends...and in Florida so best case scenario we'd have the meds by Tuesday, two days after we needed them. Husband said that he'd be willing to pay for the meds out of pocket and fight insurance ourselves for a reimbursement, but thankfully Nurse C had some sample medication in the lab that she reserved for us. The sample meds will get us through Tuesday when the pharmacy finally decides to ship everything to us.

So we officially start the medications on Sunday. My dose of gonadotropin is 200 iu, up from 75 iu on the last IUI attempt so I'm expecting some more serious side effects. I got off easy with the lower doses, really only feeling slightly elevated moods and more tired than usual.

And lest anyone think that the medical professionals have managed to outsmart my body's attempts to sabotage this entire process, consider this: our projected timeline based on a start date of Sunday February 13 means a transfer on February 25, a day that I had intended to travel two hours to visit a friend and her new baby and that Husband had scheduled a deposition...in Florida.

Oh Kathleen, you stinker!

Happy Sunday!

Happy Birthday Roger Taylor!

Today is Roger Taylor's 61st Birthday! Happy Birthday, Roger!

I'm pretty sure that everyone knows that RT is my favorite member of Queen (although after Friday night, Dr. May has certainly upped the ante and is giving RT a run for his money!). RT is the reason why I'm a Queen fan and since branching out to his solo stuff I've really come to appreciate that as well.

Husband always says that it looks like RT takes himself so seriously because he doesn't smile on any of his album photos. I've tried telling Husband that RT is, in fact, a bit of a goof, but he doesn't believe me. So in celebration of RT's birthday (and to prove Husband wrong), here are some pictures of RT being goofy!

This one was published in Mick Rock's book and is from the early to mid-1970s

The writing on this photo says its from 1993, but that doesn't seem right to me. I'd say this is from the mid-1980s. In any event, is this a photo that RT should have used as an album cover, Husband?

Or perhaps this photo, taken during the video shoot for I'm Going Slightly Mad.

And who can forget this one from I Want to Break Free?

Or here (RT's on the right) with Freddie Mercury (center) on the set of Freddie's solo song The Great Pretender.

Should we be concerned that our boy likes dressing in drag so much (and for that matter that he looks so darn good as a woman)? Here's another more recent one:

Supposedly this is RT on the right. I truly don't see it, but a very reliable source claims it to be true. I do always say that RT went through a rather dodgy looking period in the mid-90s when this picture was taken.

Sometimes his costume is slightly less elaborate though:

But our boy just doesn't have fun on video shoots and at costume parties, I'm not quite sure what he's doing here, but Dr. May certainly seems amused.

 And RT is an animal lover too - I wonder what Dr. May would have to say about this one?

I tried to avoid photographs when RT was obviously intoxicated, but this one is just too funny to not post:

Happy Birthday Roger! Don't celebrate too much!

Book Review: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

This book was recommended to me by a reader as a possible beach read. When I walked into the bookstore two days before we left for our vacation it happened to be the first book I saw so I grabbed it. Then earlier this week I was having an extensive conversation with someone about a boy with a dragon tattoo and I realized, "Whoops - I wanted to do a book review."

So here is my book review on The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Steig Larsson.

I was about halfway through this book before I realized that it is the first book in a series of three. It seems the books aren't connected in any way other than the two main characters, Mikael Blomkvist and Lisbeth Salander. I was glad to see that there were additional books because: 1) Mikael and Lisbeth don't even meet until more than halfway through this first book and 2) this book ends rather abruptly after it ties up the loose ends of the mystery that the pair are solving. Knowing that there are two more books to look forward to is definitely a good thing (although also a sad thing - author Steig Larsson wrote the three books, delivered them to his publisher and then died shortly thereafter so they are releasing the three books in quick succession).

I liked this book nearly immediately. The chapters bounce back and forth between following Mikael and Lisbeth so the reader can slowly piece together information about their lives without getting sick of them. The story revolves around Henrik Vagner, an aging businessman who hires Mikael to solve the mystery of his niece's disappearance some 40 years ago.

When I'm reading a book, I like to imagine what the main characters look like. It helps me personify them more. Usually this image changes in my mind as I make my way through the book, but sometimes I am able to identify a specific person of whom a character reminds me.

Here's the description of the first time we meet Henrik Vagner, "He looked surprisingly vigorous for eighty-two: a wiry body with a rugged, weather-beaten face and thick grey hair combined straight back. He wore nearly pressed dark trousers, a white shirt, and a well-worn brown casual jacket. He had a narrow moustache and thin steel-rimmed glasses." (p. 85)

In this case, here is what I'm absolutely convinced Henrik Vagner looks like:

It's RT! Now granted, RT's about twenty years younger (more so when this picture was taken) than Henrik and I wouldn't necessarily call his body "wiry" these days, but otherwise, it's a perfect match.

And to prove that I'm not just being silly, here's a picture of the actor who played Henrik Vagner in the 2009 Swedish adaptation of the book:

Yeah, I thought you'd agree. You're forgiven for doubting me.

So there you go, my review!

What? You want more?

Really? It's not enough to tell you that one of the main characters made me think of a member of Queen. Ugh - alright then.

Maybe I'm a dork but there's a whole culture of Russian literature that I really like. I adored Crime & Punishment. I've read Anna Karenina (twice). Mr. Larsson was Scandinavian, but elements of this book fell into the same category as the aforementioned Russian novels. For example, he alternates calling characters by their first and last names based on the context and the character speaking. I can't tell you how many times I had to reread portions of Crime & Punishment before I figured out that Raskolnikov, Rodion, and Rodya were the same person. So in The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, sometimes it's Lisbeth and other times Salander, sometimes Mikael and sometimes Blomkvist - luckily, unlike Dostoevsky Larsson doesn't also give the characters random nicknames that readers are left to suss out for themselves.

Another element which reminded me of the Russian novels which I adore is the dialogue. There's lots of dialogue in this book. I like that. Nothing bores me more than pages and pages of description about what a certain archway in a particular garden looks like - BORING! This book moves quickly and Larsson gives just enough information so that the reader is coming to the same conclusion as the characters at about the same time. That makes me feel smart and I like feeling smart when I'm reading (because otherwise, why would I bother reading? I'd just do what I really want to do which is sit mindless in front of the television watching reruns of Family Guy. Seriously.) And, unlike the Russian writers, Larsson rarely launches into a three page string of one sentence statements with nary a clue as to which character is speaking - again, much appreciated and makes me feel smart.

The plot is a straight-up mystery. There was a crime (or was there?) and Henrik Vagner would like Mikael Blomkvist to figure out the perpetrator. Through a series of not so random events, Mikael eventually hires Lisbeth Salander to assist him in solving the crime. Initially the crime itself is straight-forward enough. Henrik's niece Harriet disappeared forty years ago. Henrik suspects that she was murdered by someone in the family and wants Mikael to discover who. Right around the time Mikael and Lisbeth finally meet up, clues begin to link Harriet's disappearance to something much more large scale and by the end of the book - HOLY CRAP, I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight! It gets dark and it gets dark fast.

Throughout the book, readers get glimpses into Mikael and Lisbeth's personal lives, but they are just that: glimpses. As I read the last page, I didn't feel like I really know Mikael or Lisbeth at all. I knew I liked them both, particularly Lisbeth who comes across as a sort of kick-ass, feminist, regular person/super hero hybrid. If you've read The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand (one of my favorite books), she was very Howard Roark-esque: she does her thing and could really care less what anyone thinks of her.

Henrik, on the other hand, not so much. Throughout the whole book, he comes across as this kindly old man but by the end, I was mad at him.

Actually I was mad at Roger. I tend project anger like that. I'll have a dream where Husband does something to upset me and I wake up mad at him. So here, I had no Henrik to be mad at and Husband really hadn't done anything wrong this time, so my anger ended up directed at Roger.

All I can say is, "Not cool, Roger. Not cool."

I'd definitely recommend this book and I plan on picking up the second book in the series The Girl Who Played With Fire and eventually the third book The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest. I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to read them as I'm not planning any more vacations, but who knows, I might even be tempted to read these books while not on vacation.

I know, right? I must really like a book when I start making crazy statements like that!

Happy Reading!

RT news is coming! RT news is coming! RT news is here!

Post today from the QueenOnline administrator: They have just come in...I will get to it tomorrow.

So this means what? If the administrator just sent along a dozen questions, did RT answer each one directly? If my question was picked, that basically means that I'm practically having a conversation with him directly (look he's talking to meeeeee!)

I do not think I can stand waiting for tomorrow (although since the boards are on U.K. time, tomorrow is sooner for them than it is for me so that's good news).

Here are my absolute wildest dreams about what the news could be.

1) New album, but released as a box set that includes previously unreleased solo material, The Cross songs, and live songs that I absolutely love but cannot figure out how to legally (heck even illegally) download off Youtube (see his first solo single from 1977 I Wanna Testify and its B side Turn On the TV, his cover of Led Zeppelin's Rock and Roll, and his absolutely stunning version of Say It's Not True which differs from the album version where RT, Dr. May and Paul Rodgers share lead vocals.) And don't even get me started on everything by The Cross which was available for like fifteen minutes, twenty years ago, in Zimbabwe only.

2) Tour. I'm assuming this is a no brainer as well, but I'd absolutely die if he came to the U.S. Seriously, RT - one show anywhere in the U.S. and I'll be there. For some reason, even Alaska seems closer than freakin' England. If the tour is U.K. only, that makes things a little dicy. Husband mentioned a vacation to Spain later in the summer - perhaps I can convince him to change our plans...to earlier in the summer...and to England. ARG - RT just come to me! Why must you make things so difficult?

In my dreams, he'll do a tour of the East Coast. I would follow this man from D.C. to Boston (and beyond) if I had a chance to see him live more than once! I guess it all depends on how likely it is that Dr. May is interested in touring again. The rumor has always been that RT is the one who loves being on the road so if the prospects of a full blown Queen tour are slim, that might mean it's more likely that he'll do something larger scale on his own.  It might sound crazy that I'm willing to trade a Queen tour for a RT solo tour but here's the thing: if Queen tours again, they'll shack up with another singer which doesn't really appeal to me. My favorite part of the 2005 and 2008 tours were when RT set up his kit at the front of the stage and sang or when he and Dr. May took turns singing accoustically (see here and here). I wish they'd do that for a full tour, but I'm sure they won't so I'd rather have RT doing his RT thing which I know is awesome.

I'm not opposed to a tour with Taylor Hawkins either, but he seems to be pretty busy himself (see here) and the rumor is that the Foo Fighters are back in the studio this fall so that means anything RT does with him is going to have to be super quick which means likely limited to one continent which I'm 99.9% sure wouldn't be mine! Sorry Taylor, but you have to go!

3) He's moving to the U.S. full time. Actually, he's moving to my town full time and he'd like my opinion on which grocery stores, restaurants, and golf courses are the best. He'd also like to buy the house next door to me so we can be neighbors. He thinks we should get married and as a wedding gift, he'll give me this:

Oh just kidding! I don't need the guitar.

Seriously, tomorrow cannot come soon enough!

Queen Rant

Dr. May. RT. Sit down, boys, we need to talk.

So this morning as I was perusing the QueenOnline website for news of RT's rumored solo album and tour, I came across this headline: Jedward Release Under Pressure

What is Jedward, you ask? Jedward are two brothers recently featured on the British reality show "The X Factor". This is the show that Simon Cowell is leaving American Idol at the end of the season to bring to the U.S.

This past season The X Factor featured a Queen week. Now inherently I have no problem with that. The boys had a new compilation album coming out (Absolute Greatest) and wanted to promote it. Fine, promote your album on a really popular TV show, meet the contestants, grin through your teeth as they struggle through your greatest hits, and then get a chance to play live in front of a rather large audience. I get it.

I might even understand allowing Jedward to release their completely ridiculous version of Under Pressure (which was actually more of a cover of Ice Ice Baby - see here) as a single. I mean, after all, you let them perform *ahem butcher* the song on the show so at this point the cat's out of the bag.

But, why in the name of all that is holy, are you promoting this single on your official website? Do you really think that your fans - the same ones who questioned whether it was wise for you to tour with Paul Rodgers, a respected frontman in his own right - are going to buy this crap? Do you really think that this is going to lead to anything other than more comments that you are only in it for the money and you are dragging the Queen legacy through the mud and that Freddie Mercury would be appalled if he were alive right now? It's bad enough that a few weeks ago you released the Muppet version of Bohemian Rhapsody as a single. Yeah, it was cute to watch online, but as a single? Who the heck is going to buy that? Especially after it was available for free for three weeks before you released the stupid thing?

What exactly do you expect to get out of this? It is making you look desperate and I can't believe that is the case.

Please, Dr. May, RT, if you want to do something Queen related: go on a tour, just the two of you, take turns singing the songs that you're each comfortable singing. Sure, it will be a smaller affair then you are used to, but it would at least maintain some small shred of dignity. Or release another Blu Ray - Queen Rock Montreal is amazing and there are tons of shows from the 1970s that fans would love to see polished up. Or release some of the back catalog, unreleased stuff that we've never heard before. OR GO INTO THE STUDIO AND WRITE SOME MUSIC!

There are so many options for you, why are you resorting to this?

Rant over.