Man, New York and my Avon Walk training has broken my brain. I find the idea of being forced to
drive a mile and a half utterly confounding.
"That's less than a 30-minute walk," my brain protests. "Shut up, brain! You're kind of a walking freak," the rest of me says.
So yes, we'll definitely end up pooling rides. I doubt there will be any issue. We had to pool rides at ConDFW, and that was ridiculously easy to figure out. Except when I accidentally kidnapped Jim and Shannon. Whoops.