Our fine luggage...

Thanks to Diane and Chris A (my internet friend) and everyone, who helped get me in the car to get warm, and get all our stuff in the car, and make sure I didn't die. Wayne and I were sitting in the front of the toaster, Sami was towelling us off as everyone else threw stuff in cars so we could evacuate. Everytime someone would open the toaster, wayne would yell "shut the fing door !" Although I was never cold during the race, afterwards, I couldn't stop shaking. My fingernails were purple, I still can't feel my big toes.