Hop in you hooptie, flip off your boss on the highway, and join Meredith, Mike, Christy and Bobby in the last room available at the Singletree by Hilton in downtown St. Paul. The last of the sticker money has been converted into scratchers, and the crew is surviving on raisin scones, Grape Nuts and the conventioneers’ leftover chicken wings. And since it’s still magically February, be sure to pack your Moose Knuckles unless you want to freeze off your moose knuckles.

Oh, and when you’re done, go listen to Grey Tickles, Black Pressure by John Grant because Meredith said so, and she’s a scientist.