This is some video of us entering the 3rd Street tunnel after the ceremony, toward the beginning of our seemingly interminable journey back home. We made it in one piece, obviously, and are enjoying some hot cups of coffee and angry looks from Ricky the Cat (she was secretly hoping we'd get lost somewhere, or worse). To be sure, though, I love Ricky, as I do all animals. I actually find her anger toward me a bit charming after all these years. Her hatred for yours truly has aged like a good block of cheese.
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