I’ll be there Wednesday, which all the cool kids know as Senior Skip Day, the day when you call in sick and go see the garden show sans crowds. (Hint: Mysterious stomach virus. Does not require use of fake cough, and just might be one of those 24-hour bugs that will get you back to work on Thursday, pale and wan and nobly turning down the chips and salsa because you’re just not ready to face spicy food yet. Mention need to keep bucket by bed and nobody will press you for details.)
Anyway, if you’re there on Wednesday, meet me at the Mrs. Dalloway’s booth at noon, or at the garden writers’ press thing that evening. And if you’re there after Wednesday, send us a full report.