Apparently, I overestimated my packing abilities when I told Orlando I could be done in half an hour. When the car pulls up the following morning at five-thirty on the dot, I'm still frantically shoving clothes and shoes into my rolling suitcase. I only remember my toiletries bag as I'm rushing out the door, but I guess that's better than forgetting it altogether. Early flights are the work of the devil.

Still, as exhausted and frazzled as I am, it's impossible to be in a bad ...